Handbag

There is no turning back when you start writing on serviettes and old receipts. I just found this scrawled on Thursdays muffin bag;

It happened, this morning. There I was eating my date and apple nosugar lowfat wholemeal muffin and sipping my breakfast flatwhite voodoo express, listening to canned music, and all of a sudden there were tears in my eyes. I was overcome by it all. By the wrongness of it all. Of war. Not any particular war. Just war in general overall and it's overall general wrongness all of a sudden swept over me. For an instant. Then I finished my coffee.

Maybe I've been reading too many blogs, it's warping me.