Ah! this finely woven thread about lint.
I must warn you where this thread is spinning to, the line about the lint could turn blue and beware of fluffing around this bundle of stuff we don't want it to become a navel gazing exercise.
Is there a chance I could come out of the closet on this not wearing of a suit and confess that I only have one, a birthday suit? I tend to only be seen wearing it of the rarest of occasion's and that is when I am truly wet behind the ears.
Mobile phone's, I don't answer anymore but I do use it to check the time as some learned soul said it was kept in sync by a atomic something or other, so that will do for me if my tummy doesn't tell me it's lunch time first.
And as for going to funerals, well I don't, because the bloke or sheila that snuffed it would miss me anyway. As I do not go to funerals anymore, I keep intouch by texting my nieces and nephews to get a blow by blow account of the dropping their box in the hole.
I must sharpen up on my text talk though, Pr ol jo b4 th bx drpd th sad wods ovr im.
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