The jottings of someone who wonders, and wanders, about life and things (Really? Life and things?) A middle-aged, middle class, middle manager in the midst of life., A visitor guide on a submarine and occasional marathon runner - about 20 at the moment.
Tuesday 7 May 2013
When One Door Closes
When one door closes, the draught blows the light at the end of the tunnel out, and you have to spend time fumbling for the matches before you can start your journey again
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