This is something my Mum said to me recently, in conversation about life's difficult moments. From the moment you could talk, you've never know your own mind. How can this be true?, I wondered. Is it really possible to have no idea what you want to do? Do you want to eat the pudding, or hurl it like a missile at someone's head?
[to be continued]
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