Door? What Door?
They tell me that my singing isn’t as pleasant to listen to as Susan Boyle’s because of the sinuses or resonant cavities in my head, or rather the lack of them.
I was in the basement of a deserted bank once again the other day looking for a vault door that needed rekeying. This bank was much bigger than the one that was home to my last bank basement vault foolishness. I couldn’t find the bloody thing. It’s not easy to lose a vault door but this basement was labyrinthine.
After much cursing I managed to find my way back out after only a moment’s panic that having failed to find the vault door I would then fail to find the exit. As I exited I realized that I’d been in the vault the entire time. The first door I’d walked through was the wide open vault door!
Is one of the compensations for dementia an improving singing voice as the air spaces in your head get larger and larger?
