There’s a phrase to give us pause it’s what you’re on and where you’re ending. I’ve read so in your case notes while your daughter was attempting to colour in the silence with progress of the garden and accomplishments of children. An undulating pathway, I’d imagine; these levers and buttons at the side of your bed will help you to adjust. All it lacks is a Reverse. Just a phase, do they reckon? Like cutting teeth and teens; ration books and air shelters; Sinatra and Swing; seamed stockings, breast feeding and breast cancer. A fond glance back and the tips of your ears blushing, your lips creasing an embarrassed smile as you struggle to retain your teeth.