B-U-S-T-E-D

Last night, my daughter, now four, asked me, “why do you and mum sometimes talk with letters and not words?”
The jig’s up.  She might not be able to spell, but she knows that something’s going on and gets all watchful and sneaky.
A new system is required.  I’m for Pig-Latin.
Afty-cray ittle-lay rat-bay.  Ix-nay the elling-spay.  Oh, [...]

Gerry Hayes

I mostly sit around all day and drink tea. Occasionally, I write stuff and send it to strangers so they can humiliate me and debase my efforts. Other than the self-harm to dull the shame of failure, it's not a bad life. Like I say, there's tea.