I forgot to bother about posting something.
Having endured a half day of the museum, until the schoolkids came into the shop at one o'clock when I ran for home and left the girls with them, I stumbled through the rest of the day not sure what I was doing. So many things lie around in heaps requiring action that I cannot decide where to start or what to do. Eventually I made a move - I went to bed! This has proved to be the best idea.
I have no thoughts, nothing to say, nothing worth saying as usual, and caring little about all the other oppressive or seemingly important things others are saying, so I will not say anything about what they are saying.
Between 1978 and 1986 I did without a television. People around me kept informing me of the 'really good,' 'can't miss' television that I was missing. However when I saw those programmes I wondered if I really missed anything. I read the bible and books instead. I listened to the radio and got better pictures then when the BBC World Service was good. This radio service has been badly mauled now but the news still remains excellent even if many other programmes are best avoided. To few people decide what goes into radio these days. All come from similar backgrounds, all possess the same outlook, none wish to be courageous and offer an alternative view as this will bring their peers to oppose them, and that takes a strength they do not possess.
Books open up worlds unknown. They enlighten, offer insights, educate and it is easier to find opposing views from any opinions offered within. Thoughts can be allowed to wander into various ideas, not forced into what sells or what suits the director. Books can also be read anywhere, but not, I can tell you, while riding a motorbike!
What was I saying?
Anyway I forgot to think so I will go rest the few remaining brain cells and see if I can think tomorrow.