At times, there is a story for every occasion. I just must remember not to tell the same one twice. At other times there is nothing.
Writing fulfils me, but I do not profess to be any good.
Writing makes me happy as much as it tends to frustrate.
Selfishly, I did not set out for people to read my column.
"Think I've nailed it this week," I proclaim to Mrs W.
"You say that every week," she laments.
And that's why readers owe me nothing.
Here's to the next 150.
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