What can YOU say in six sentences?
I have a revolution on my hands - after weeks of work on the house, my body is rebelling. Even after a trip to the bonesetter for a spot of manipulation on various parts of my anatomy, I still feel thoroughly hammered. My brain is also being problematic in some part due to the fumes from paints and oils which created a heady mix.
After wearing my practical head for so long now, I have mislaid my creative one which has completely deserted me - it is probably lurking in some dark corner under a dustsheet or hidden beneath a pile of misplaced belongings. I am praying that it didn’t get thrown out in one of the empty paint tins or taken to the tip in a sack of rubble. Hopefully I will find it before long as I cannot exist without it for much longer.