Take tonight, when I was walking home from the train station and noticed that the Moon had made an early appearance in the still bright sky. I've helpfully pointed it out for you below.
And what memory instantly presented itself in my brain?
Since you ask, I'll tell you. It was of me, as a young boy, standing in the street firing a cap gun at it. I kid you not.
It was (and is) wrong on so many levels. And it reinforces the fact that I've never been the sharpest knife in the drawer.
Tomorrow evening, I'll look down to see what comes to mind.
