Happy fools day! No, that's wrong. Happy day, fools! Nope. Damn. Anyway, I was kidnapped by aliens, I won a trillion Slovakian slotties on the lottery, and I have a newly found Twin a couple of years my senior. One of these is actually true.
No, really. I have discovered that I have a twin. Like me in nearly every way; except for age, sex, and country of residence. I think our parents might have something to say on the subject, but if they don't know, whose problem is that?
One day, dearest bloggeroo, I'll tell you her name ... but first we have to get the results back from the lab :P
Oak-ski-doke-ski, now a swift segue to my favourite topic of the moment...
We all talk flippantly about our 'Muse' - the part of us that inspires - being an individual, with a distinct character that is separate and different to us.
"Oh dear, my muse has gone on holiday." we say, knowing that there is no such 'being'.
By what if there were? What if there really was a part of our psyche that was as real and as individual as we are ourselves.