The mind spins. Thoughts wander. Yesterday, last week last month. Forward thinking is hopeless. Too many ideas thwarted by the whispering feeling time is running
Tag: Conscience
Murderous Thoughts
My fellow commuters know me to be a jovial, kind and generous man, indeed the delightful Miss Penny (A telephone receptionist) once asked “Mr Bruntingthorpe,
The Heart of the Mind 