First, I confess – my post title is from an 80’s cult sci-fi classic, though I can’t remember the name.
I’ve been moving house – which makes move number 50-something in my lifetime. This is up there with the worst. Trying to balance keeping my business going, moving etc. has been (insert foul words) exhausting. I’ve moved partly because I’ve lost £1,000s this year being ripped off by various individual and corporate bastards and my new place is very cheap. It’s also freezing, damp and in bloody-awful repair.
Which has inspired me to write a poem. Bollocks to Serenity – I have none and don’t even want it. Here then is my Inserenity Prayer.
Grant me the strength to get repeatedly kicked in the balls, as I must
The rage to kick things in the balls when they deserve it
And the wisdom to be able to carry on, however badly bruised my balls are…