I am still angry at Katie M. for writing such a great bit of poetry:

I met a man twice my age
Half joking, he said ‘I should warn you.
You’re a fish on the line, and the lines pulling in, and there’s a frying pan coming to warm you’.
And while I smiled, it occurred to me
I’m just gristle and blood
And I’ve spent half my life with the sun in my eyes
Chasing rainbows through the mud

OK, I am not mad at her. Who could be mad at Kate? I just wish I’d written it. I like her brain. I like it a lot.