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so sometimes right, you discover that you'd stepped into a hole and had been walking in the same hole for some time now, and when you finally realise that you're in a hole and you're getting out - you also realise that there is the mud and funky twigs and whatnot sticking to your socks and legs and the damn mud's trying to steal your shoe.

then you work it out, without calling for help, thinking that it's alright, things are okay, you can get out of this alone - when you realise that that trudge out of the said hole is not that easy-peasy as you thought it was, and that it had cost you more than you thought you would expend. not that it's a whole lot more but the fact that the 'getting out of hole' episode caused you more trouble than what you thought it should - well - does have a tendency to surprise you.


that's when you get friends out to have a good dinner, a nice game of ball, a gung-ho few round of drinks. and then the world seems right again, without you having to say anything. mud, twigs, lost shoe -

it just seems right again. because there are them friends around.


that's right. because there are them friends around.