I don’t know why I still let it go this long before I take action: when my desk at home (and my room generally) fall into total disorder, it’s not long before my mind follows …
Anyway: caught myself just in time, as the descent into madness started to gather pace; and tidied stuff up. Among the junk on the desk – bizzarely given its age (I’ve had since I was teaching in Berlin in the mid-80s) – I came across a neatly-clipped square of yellowing paper with this on it:
My American friends,
who claim Scottish ancestry,
have been touring Scotland.
In ten days they visited
eleven castles. I smiled –
They said they preferred
the ruined ones. I smiled again.