the wants and needs of the World come through the post flop onto the floor in the hall,laying there accusingly, threating my peace of mind. And if its not the post its the phone,. and if its not the phone its the radio, and if its not the radio its the TV. And if it is none of these its the casual remarks, the local philosophy, who has done what and to whom, or who has not done what to whom. And if its none of these its memories that clamour to be heard, just will not stay out of mind, their nudging forcing a hearing and an unpacking that takes so much effort, and you may well have done this countless times and it just gets deeper every time.