Things sometimes conspire against us in the most strange and curious ways. Things we don’t see coming tend to pepper us in our safety net. Could these annoyances do more good than we think. Is there a well formed imprint of ivy on our arses from resting on our laurels for far too long. Surely thinking on your feet hones your skills and makes you ever sharper. Presumably only then can one Become a worthy adversary to fear and paranoia. So come on then life, throw it this way, I’m as ready as ever I’ll be.