Monday, June 14, 2010

Rueful witticism of the week

"How is life treating you?" needled an American friend the other day.

"It's slipping through my fingers and getting behind me rather too quickly," I returned sourly.

I had been assuming that he was taunting me about the "soccer", but in fact, it seems, he was ignorant of the weekend's sporting debacle and was innocently enquiring after my state of mental health. Sorry, B.

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