O, where was i? Ah. images.
there is always a longish story behind each 'image'. Snapshots in time.
Um, was hoping to find a pic, electronically recorded - of me as a child - do have them; the images of yesteryear - but apparently have yet to be 'digitally' enhanced and 'shared' with all and sundry - worldwide ... as seems to be the 'fashion' these days ... heh.
O, found this ...
Which is probably pertinently reminds me that fell off my Yamaha XT225 recently and ripped a tendon in my thumb. Nothing disastrous, smallish, repairable, damage to motorbike.
Why do i bother to mention this? Well, am 'dexter' ' - 'right-handed'. Trying to achieve some of the simplest tasks with a painful thumb (on either hand, presumably) - is an excercise in adaptability.
One learns and re-learns, over a period of mere days, to use either hand - and there is nothing sinister about the left hand.
yer ... on a different thought - self cannot comprehend this weird - political - 'separation' of 'left' and 'right'.