Medium says I’m a top writer. Medium knows best.
I’m easing back today and taking a well-earned rest on these laurels I’ve just discovered.
I’m basking, in other words, like a shark that’s escaped one of Gavin Maxwell’s blunt harpoons.
With a carefully extended arm — and while trying not to dislocate my left shoulder — I’m patting myself on the back.
I’m preening myself.
Take a look at this:
That’s all I have time for today. I need to get someone to peel me a grape.