The anguish alone can make a man start to crumble, lose direction, motivation and the zest for life. Still l struggle on every ten minutes or so, going back to the starting point, scratching my head and trying a different angle, awaiting the time when it will simply slip into place – what am l talking about??
Well that’s exactly the question isn’t it?
This is one of those cases in which the imagination is baffled by the facts.