If I consider the things that tie me, the things that bind me and the things that control me I think of how I am drawn to the comforts of the life I have made for myself.  Family, friends and the familiarity of the everyday shine more brilliantly than the lure of things that I do not have.  That said, on the odd occasion I would gladly swop some of those things that I treasure for the tranquillity of a hammock in the shade and an endless supply of strawberry daiquiris enjoyed somewhere that is not here.  But shhh, obviously though I would not admit to it…


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About Michael

Husband, dad,programmer, comic collector and proud Yorkshireman. I have no idea why im here or why im writing but i rather enjoy it. no great fan of punctuation.


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