Considered mentally negligible by those who know me well, yet a dangerous intellectual by those with just a passing acquaintance my life may have lacked, perhaps, the sublimer emotions which raised man to the level of the gods but it was undeniably an extremely happy one. I had never experienced the thrill of ambition fulfilled, but, on the other hand, I had never known the agony of ambition frustrated. Therefore, I am possibly as contented a human being as a human being can be in this century of alarms and excursions.
All that was to change of course with my introduction to Roberta Wellbeloved. It was Edgar "Stilton" Cheesewright who brought about that introduction when he and I were attending a gathering of the 'Human Purity League'. No sooner had I set eyes on Roberta when emotion, similar to molten lava, coursed through my being and oozed from the souls of my feet. Her beauty paralysed my vocal chords and reduced the content of my brain to cauliflower. She rivalled something more at home in a stained glass window. Love claimed me for it's own and swept o'er me like nettlerash.
It seemed that Roberta was similarly impressed for over the ensuing months we became inseperable and I grew convinced that I had found the soulmate, with who'm, I would tread life's primrose path. We are all aware that true loves journey is rarely smooth and that that primrose's path is not without snags yet how unprepared are we when they confront us?..................................I shall continue this if it is of interest to anyone.