So I will have to wait for my voice.
I’ll be in the UK next Tuesday and Thursday and will probably get them back into my head by then. ‘Them’ will also include general information about finding it, my voice amongst other things, and importantly my Inners.
Thomasina has been to Venus and Tombie to Mars; they were both last seen on the planet sofa where they should have been transported back, but they were transported onwards.
My Inner Leader of the Opposition declared it an outrage, calling for Inners everywhere to unite in condemnation, only to be told to shut up by Fingers, my Inner Typist, in a poorly worded message that couldn’t possibly be shown here.
Thomasina has since been in touch and has said she is very happy on Ranglaar Prime, wherever that is, watching sunsets until the cows come home. Tombie hasn’t been in touch yet, but his hand and phone were found on the previously mentioned sofa on Mars, which would make communication just a tad difficult.
Meanwhile, Tummy, my Inner Mummy, managed to return from Saturn on Saturday, after being on a turbulent transportation since Thursday, slightly dishevelled, totally unravelled, and jetlagged.
What has any of this to do with my voice? It, me and my Inners were scattered asunder in the Vortex in the Bathroom, and, by all accounts, should be reconnected next Tuesday or Thursday.
See? Travelled full circle, via predictive text (or Mars as predictive text wanted) with a bit of unravelling thrown in in the middle.
It may make no sense at all… but then what does, these days?
Normal service should resume soon. This has been a break from the break post!
The Mansionic Perspective 
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