To The Middle of Nowhere

Does your head run a constant commentary to your day?

I sometimes wonder if my head is the only one.

It talks to me all the time, and gives me a blow by blow account of everything that is going on around me. Do you have those minutes when the commentary spills out and you start to say it out right out of your mouth? It happened to me tonight.

I was sitting here, looking at this gorgeous view, contemplating all the poor folk on Arran across the water who have been without electricity for the last week, and I glanced around the car park, and next to me a car which had previously been empty beside me, suddenly had an occupant.

Not only one occupant, but two. And they were very busy.

"Oh my bloody god", my mouth said, "they are at it, no more than 10 feet away"; and just at that, the male of the coupling, turned from his "downward facing dog" position, and looked at me and then sunk back into the depths of the seat.

Oh how I laughed.