If it’s a discussion of the way our lives have evolved I’m probably not a very good example.
You see, my history is littered with much failure and you could say that far from being the keenest cutting implement in the cutlery drawer I’m more akin to that blunt thing normally used to spread Sonia’s amazing damson jam on a warm crumpet than that keen-edged device used for paring slender slices of Gouda.
Don’t get me wrong, I always aspired to
