Sausages, Socks And Scissors.

When I woke up this morning I debated with myself whether to have a sausage sandwich for breakfast. In the end I decided not to have a sausage sandwich. Instead I had sausages and fried tomatoes with two slices of bread and butter. Which, if you think about it is quite like a sausage sandwich but with the added ingredient of fried tomatoes.

Sometimes, when I am struggling to put my socks on in the morning as was the case this morning, I find myself wishing I had longer arms or shorter legs. I don’t wish too fervently about having shorter legs because my legs are already short and any shorter would not be in proportion. Mostly I am quite pleased with my body proportions because I am well-proportioned as it is. I have now decided that I don’t think long arms would suit me either. This decision is also based on proportionality. When the warmer weather arrives, I shall seriously consider not wearing socks at all.

This afternoon I spent some time with a pair of sharp scissors cutting the end of my beard into a pointed shape. The result, though I say it myself is pleasing to the eye. Well, my eye anyway. Both my eyes in fact. Even the eye that was often described as a lazy eye when I was a child. It wasn’t a lazy eye at all. What people didn’t realise at the time was that I liked to rest that particular eye a lot when it wasn’t necessary to use both eyes at once.