My thumbs ran off today. I knew they were in love And I suspected they might be compelled to be alone, together. However…. It makes opening cans rather tough. Turning the key in the ignition is nigh onto impossible. I had trouble picking up my fork for my eggs. But do they care? Heavens no. They are selfishly in love, those two. Gone away on a clandestine holiday. Thank goodness I have an I-phone instead of a rotary one. I do not even have to use my thumbs to hold it down while I dial. They are in the next room, moaning and stuff. Like newlyweds do. I hate to disturb them, So here I sit, twiddling nothing.