Yes ... I know that some of you, my dear readers, do not believe every thing I write here. But I don't blame you really. There are times when I don't believe what I write either.
They say that truth will out. And honesty is the best policy.
But then ... "what is truth?" as Pontius Pilate said.
Or ... "you can't handle the truth!" as Jack Nicholson said.
So, I'll tell you the story and leave you to decide whether it is true or not; and whether you can handle it once you've decided on its veracity.
I had gone to the green grocers about half a mile or so from our house. I bought some apples, some pears, some potatoes and some carrots. They were quite heavy. About two kilos each of apples, pears and carrots and three kilos of potatoes.
The green grocer put them in a plastic bag which I carried back home. It was a long walk with all that weight.
Then suddenly the bag burst under all this weight and there were apples, pears, potatoes and carrots all over the ground.
How do I carry them home, I thought. Then genius struck.
I took off the shoe laces from my boots and tied them very tight round the legs of my trousers; just above the ankles.
Then I put the fruits and vegetables down my trousers. I put them in from the waist ... I can read your minds, you know.
When they were all tucked in my trouser legs I tightened my belt even more so as not to lose my trousers and held on to them by putting my hands in my pockets.
My legs were swollen by the weight of the fruits and vegetables therein.
I started my walk back home. It was like walking in the sea with water up to my waist. Very slow and very tiring.
Because I had no shoe laces I risked losing my boots if I lifted my feet up.
So I slid one foot a few inches forward; then slid the other foot next to it, then slid my foot a little further forward again, and slid my other foot near it.
Because my legs were swollen to more than twice their original size; the sliding forward was done in a semi-circle fashion rather than straight ahead as you would expect.
This walking, or sliding forward a few inches at a time, with my hands in my pockets was quite tiring, I tell you.
Everyone was watching me and wondering what was wrong with me. People coming up ahead towards me, suddenly stopped and crossed the road on the other side. They did not want to meet me in case my swollen legs syndrome was catching.
Others wondered why I had my hands in my pockets and shouted obscenities at me.
Cars nearly bumped into each other as they stopped to look at me rather than the way ahead.
Some drivers wound their windows down and shouted something unrepeatable here.
I eventually got home. My wife was not impressed by my ingenuity at carrying the fruits and vegetables home.
So what do you think? Truth or lies?
Whilst you're thinking about it ... why not just smile and let's sing this song together.