Not now but soon, that’s all that rattled in my head, over and over and over, and I am not sure why. My head felt like I was trying to remember a thousand things at the same time and not having a clue what I was supposed to be remembering. The sounds, and pressure and annoyance of this incursion of emotional trouble grew and grew and grew. It felt like a train, which continued to chug but never leaving the station

“Not now but soon, not now but soon, not now but soon, not now but soon…”

Over and over and over and over until the soon came.

BANG!!!!

My head exploded, and all I could think of as I looked down at my inanimate body with a missing head, as I floated in a ghostly state was…

“That’s ruined the bloody paint work!”