Late.

The Late Rummuser

He Laughed All The Way

To His Death.

LIP

That is the obituary that I hope my son will put in the papers when I go.

This is not quite what gaelikaa had in mind when she suggested this topic for the weekly Loose Bloggers Consortium where some of us post on the same topic every Friday.  I suspect that this is what she had in mind.

I can’t for the world of it, ever be that caricature.  It is simply not in me.  That, despite being an Indian notorious for our tardiness.  I was brainwashed by a number of well meaning people to be very un-Indian when it came to punctuality.

I have nothing more to say.