Did I ever tell you that I have this compulsive desire to kick pebbles back into drives?
I like to repatriate them. I like to move them back to their home and I do this all the time; unless I’ve got a new boots on on which case, well you know: you can’t really do that with new boots, can you.
So, I wait till my boots get older and then I kick again.
But, just recently, I thought well, wait a minute; what if these pebbles are trying to escape and what if I’m pushing them back to their prison, or compelling them back to some place where they are bullied and put down!
And I think about this and then I think no, don’t be stupid Robert, these are pebbles!