And I Want To Be A Paperback
Poor Impulse Control's archives since September or October - back in our misspent youth - are hosed and if you can believe it, neither Siobhan nor I noticed. Our lives are so glamorous, we assumed everyone kept copies or at least records of our antics. Heaven knows we're constantly autographing come-hither documents from go-whither police officers who insist we quit admiring ourselves in the rearview and/or totalling other people's cars.
We're working on it. In the meantime, I'm gathering up the posts for January, February, March and April so you late arrivals - aren't you cute as tiny bubbles! - can join our story in progress. It's a poignant tale of a man, his cancer, four yelping children children, unruly animal companions and pie on every surface. So: a love story, an adventure.
Wish us luck.