Dear St. Jude, We might have a problem. I'm not being rude but maybe you misunderstood. To be fair, I got what I asked for. I got my share but now it's all up in the air. An ancient dance. Saw an open goal. I took my chance, I sold my soul. Now I need help to find a small loophole. Any hope? I'll hold for an answer. I'm on the rack. Can you please take it all back. Dear St. Jude, I know I'm a chancer but I conclude it's less the bad, more the good. The risks seemed small. No-one expects to suffer all the known side-effects. Feel that heat. The plots are all thickening. Positions are stiffening. My regret is complete. Dear St. Jude - are you even listening? Are you still there? It's a rough sad affair.
