(September 17, 2014 at 11:35 am)Stimbo Wrote: Hi guys, I'm sort of back. I've had a rough few days, some of you know the details already. I'm still a bit shaky but I'm getting there. Maybe I can talk about what happened soon, but for now it's not something I want to revisit.
I want to thank you all for bearing with me and for all the tremendous support you've given me. I also want to apologise, profusely and profoundly, for causing all the distress that I did and, as it was put to me, having three continents on alert. Some of the things in the chatbox, for instance, made me feel so ashamed at putting you through all that worry.
As you might imagine, my confidence has taken quite a knock as it often does in such episodes. I'm not asking for kid gloves or eggshell treading, just be what passes for normal round here I think. However, I am feeling a little low, so please bear with me until I retune my head.
Right; on with the motley. I have sooo much catching up to do.
From what I have seen of you here you seem like a tough old cat that has been around the block a few times. I'm sure you be back to correcting my terrible grammar in no time. Still if you need to talk or just yell at something shoot me a pm, I can take a little abuse if you need a pressure valve.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.