instead of asking her in for coffee, he pointed to his head...

Paul, my friend,

This piece is so very relateable! :p

But,i can assure you that the 'mess' can be no worse than the clutter of the chaos inside my own
head....

But if you like,you are  a l w a y s  welcome to come in for tea....

(that is if you don't mind the the monsters crouching in the distant caliginous corners....the demons darting down the darkened corridors...or the dust that has settled atop all those  stacked boxes of sorted, and unsorted memories...:)

I keep meaning to to do
a bit of spring cleaning..:)

WE MIGHT HAVE THE SAME INTERIOR DECORATOR?

I think we should think about
getting rid of him...

YES BUT HE KNOWS WHERE THE BODIES ARE BURIED ...

shake,rattle and roll...

with a twist..:)

time to tidy up, I guess...

Hilariously true!

I said to her, come in if you like,
but be careful where you sit, you
could be squashing my thoughts..:)

I wouldn't mind taking a gander through that mess.  I am guessing I would find exquisite gems and brilliant masterpieces.  

or more likely the bric a brac of
a disorderly mind, a jumble sale
rather than an antique stall, but
what the hell, thank you..:)

g'odd
bless thee
mess

oh, yes..!

Real good ink keep it flowing. Come check me out and comment.

Oh man, I can relate to this!  :)
Willow

more clutter than
grey matter, I'm
afraid...