A simple rant

When I feel morose, I think anagrams. It cheers me up. I could do with some cheering up right now, I tell you.

So I tell you that Charon needs no anchor, seminar remains, and Stainer retains. A senator should avoid treason. Existentialism can limit sex in East. Clean forks are useless for eating corn flakes. Fiendish is finished. Never get a salami cooked for vegetarian meals. Expect varied expert advice.

Parliaments practise paternalism and 'a simple rant' or better still, 'rampant lies'.

Here are some for the Non Resident Mathematician— double negative is nag due love-bite. From unfair resort one gets Fourier transform. Scalene triangle produces stern allegiance and alien rectangles. Mystic lovelies make velocity smiles.

Collateral damage is alleged amoral act. Seven-year itch is heavy in secret. Dual gender is general dud. Humble arrogance is changeable rumor. Ménage à trois is an orgies team.

Priority halts with poly-arthritis, you see? With one arm already in a splint and a sling, the other is over-worked. That brought on a bout of arthritis which, like the wandering Jew, is migrating from joint to joint. Currently, I am going barefoot because one ankle is so swollen that I have grown too big for my boots. Right knee sympathises with the ankle and joins in. Right wrist and elbow refuse to be left out. Shoulder is making noises about solidarity and may join the party, it is suspected.

So, I am consoling myself trying out anagrams. Present favourite is that Venus de Milo mused in love. I love Ms. Nude too, since like her I am now mostly 'armless.

Cheers!