Grains, Grits and Gravel
Wake up today with an unhappy dyspeptic rumbling in the lower gastric regions and an unpleasant rhythmic thumping in the upper cranial compartments and, gazing upward, I find that the damp patch, that usually hangs like a soggy Damocletian sword on the ceiling directly above my recumbent self, is nowhere to be seen. Either I’ve … Continued