I've heard that they broadcast sensitive personal problems on the telly now, but I am a shy sort of chap and don't find it easy to chat about things that affect me like this does. My mother always kept her legs crossed, especially when she laughed, and dad had a stiff upper lip, so I suppose I've been brought up in a family that didn't express themselves freely in public. Except for cousin Alfred, who was once caught doing it in the park...but that's another story.
I did ask advice from an old codger who strolls to the farm gate to feed the horses on the hill, but as he was partially deaf I don't think he understood what I was trying to say as he offered me half of his cheese sandwich and a digestive biscuit.
Anyway, I'm trusting you to keep this matter to yourself. The thing, it's got to be said, is that I can't keep my Joey up. In the mornings all seems fine and it even sometimes looks me in the face (if you'll pardon this description), but then as the day goes on it leans to the left, seldom to the right. When my girlfriend sees this she laughs, which makes me feel a whole lot worse as I feel there's something seriously wrong, and you'd think a woman would be more sensitive about my feelings. After all, I am never happier when my Joey is riding high on top of his balls.
Some days he is standing firm and his head nods when my girlfriend offers encouragement...in fact, I hope this doesn't offend anyone, but I've noticed that he may even spit a bit if she kisses him...but just when I think that all is well he droops and has even a few times fallen off his perch.