Put Your Hand On My Heart (To Check I’m Alive)

My heart was just beating strangely. It was slow, intense, and the two halves of the beat were almost separated, as though the muscle found it hard to do. My heart has beat several hundred million times without a rest, and maybe it’s getting tired. I need to cut my alcohol consumption, for so very many reasons, but I am finding it so hard.

I am becoming acquainted with the geography of Tuscany, and the music of Dannii Minogue.