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I was driving home in my car earlier today and thinking about the certain moments in my life that have shaped who I am today. It's strange to think that tiny moments of your life, quite often controlled by other people will change you as a person forever. Moments that can make you stronger, weaker or simply wiser. The memories that go with it can also be so strange. A doctor I met once stands out for me personally. An hour in his presence and he certainly scarred me for life. I cannot remember his face or where it was but I remember the carved, dark wooden panelling in his hallways, the beautiful grandfather clock with gold coggs in the face and the mint green paint on the walls.

Memories are the strangest things.

Anyway, I appologise for my strange words. I have been too tired to make much sense lately. After working two six day weeks in a row, exhaustion has gripped me by the throat and beaten me face first into the dirt. I feel a bit of a husk and it is not pleasant.

As my brain is functioning even worse than normal, I thought I could leave my next blog in the hands of you lovely people.

Ask me a question, ask me anything and I will try and answer the best I can in my next blog. Silly, serious, funny or grim. Go for it!