FAO of all those nice people all over the world who can’t help staring at my incessant fumbling, stumbling, stammering and shaking. Believe it or not, there is still a sentient being in there somewhere.
FAO of all those nice people all over the world who can’t help staring at my incessant fumbling, stumbling, stammering and shaking. Believe it or not, there is still a sentient being in there somewhere.
FAO of all those nice people all over the world who can’t help staring at my incessant fumbling, stumbling, stammering and shaking. Believe it or not, there is still a sentient being in there somewhere.
[…] UPDATE – Just had the best breakfast/coffee/with no stares or cares and with a private ocean view at mere shuffling distance from home #iloveoz […]
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[…] Whereas in my case, the following monologue intérieur kicks in, ‘Shit, I’m on the pavement, already highly noticeable due to my shuffling and having to use my walking cane. If I stop now to try and do up my flies – which, given the appalling state of my fine motor skills when facing an ‘off’ period, could see me fumbling about in my nether regions for 5 or 10 minutes – I’ll be met with those Quasimodo looks and stares again.’ […]
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[…] Stares & Cares […]
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