As I was saying about the human body the other day – amazing piece of evolution. But ‘amazing’ barely covers the intricacies of the brain.
The seemingly automatic impulses that somehow helped me to type these words, to work the keyboard at a brisk pace while my creative juices were still deciding on … the … final … words. If you see what I mean. While also thinking about nipping to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. And occasionally scratching my left buttock (it’s my favourite one).
A brain that can come up with a word like kneemaphobia, meaning the fear of the knee bending backwards.
And, even more incredible, a brain that needs to come up with the word kneemaphobia (who was that first nutter?)
Can you just imagine it if the knees could go either way? Or the elbows? It’s no good, I’ve got to stop. I’ve come over all unnecessary just thinking about it. I must be suffering from cogitatitis. Or have I got a touch of profundaphobia?
Excuse me, I’ll have to lie down and try to think of something else. Bloody brain …
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