Nostalgia

I don’t know why but I just remembered a dinner party event, many years ago, where I was perversely seated next to a loudly ticking biological bomb that said to me ‘​It does have a certain je ne sais quoi, doesn’t it?’

This in reference to je ne sais quoi; it was too long ago.

Unanticipated as this pearler was, Yellow Glen bubbly erupted from my nose.

No cigar that night.

This is apropos of nowt other than as a description of the contrast to the good fortunes that adorn my personal space, latterly.