That feeling at the top of a swing or pendulum (in expectation) that the world is about to rush up and whack you in the back of the head. Again.
Jon Snow: It's a massive landslide again for ...
Paxman: Anticiliptical. What did you expect. Here's the weather...
Carol: (in a smashing pair of trousers) throws coffee pot, smiles and nukes the world*
Fin.
Post Script: *I gave her a code (1of5) now piss off, I'm having a lunch; a cigarillo; & fucking with...{fuckwith_list}
A well known player in the crypto marketsz who being bound by universal law is not able to charge for theys services; as one who looks both ways but accepts the exception; of the endless originals; Sworn enemy of ArchDeaconUr; admir of T.Postman, & er...and All Things (Blush)
"He's a well known player of the flesh flute don't you know"
"Keep your trap shut, apologise if appropriate and move on", replied the Hexophanist, who knew a thing or two but understood very little and went back to moving a tent peg or two.
"As instructed.." he read out loud to nobody in particulum.
#below-stairs just played a three ring blender. Win won a tonne of old money. Tang-clonk!