Oh fuckadoodledoo, joe. The ‘like’ was of course meant to indicate gibbering empathy, not malign delight. Hope the medication does whatever is needful.
The smell of freshly printed magazines still sets me rocking and whimpering. I have this talent, you see. I can pick one out of the box, open to a random page and find the thundering great literal or - worse - cock-up of substance that everyone including me missed before we said ‘Print!’. And that was just easy stuff, letters…
I do still feel bad about the lie I told my daughter when inveigling her to learn to read music: 'Oh come on darling, it’s only eight letters to remember, not 26 : so easy …'
Mind you, the bugger could sight-read like a dream, once upon a time