Coin

I can see the puzzled brows, hear the sharp intake of breath and the cries of :
"He's gone. It's all been too much for him. The man's over the edge"

But this "coin" is the French for corner. It's one of the benefits of having been to a school that was approved.

And every so often I kid myself that I'll settle down into this coin (or corner) with a glass of something soothing and a good book...

but then life intervenes...

Again.

But one day....one day....when I grow too old to blip

Cue for song.