Posted Sunday September 25
For Sunday Photo Fiction where our picture prompt features a border of beautiful narcissus blooms.
Some people are born narcissistic, others achieve it! Me? I tend to keep myself to myself. I don’t like to boast about my achievements.
How many people can claim to have climbed Everest un-accompanied? Not many of you I guess. And I’d bet none of you have swum the English Channel, then straight-away walked up a French beach and eaten a dish of frog‘s legs! If I asked you to recite a Shakespeare soliloquy backwards could you do it?
Right, let’s make it easier. Hands up all those who can bite their nails? Not finger nails – toe nails. Can you belch the national anthem or produce a rabbit from a hat?
Well I have to admit that I’ve never climbed a mountain – walking upstairs requires a half-way rest! As for swimming the channel, err, no. I‘ve eaten frog’s legs on a French beach though, and I love ‘em, but not dripping wet whilst wearing speedos and covered in goose fat! And I have trouble reading Shakespeare forwards!
But the toe nails, the musical burping and magic tricks? Well, actually I can’t do those either.
So what I’m saying is, I couldn’t be a narcissist even if I wanted to.
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