Not a great start to a day that has not started greatly. Overcast, with patches of blue peeking through, wind blowing tepid air in my face as I staggered drunkenly up the road. My intention was to head for 'B&M' and obtain one or two things for the kids, and something for myself before the crowds arrived.
There were no crowds, and there were no items I wanted either. All those toys and not one suitable for either of them. What I wanted, a new small clock, was not to be seen either. At one time thousands of these wee clocks were to be seen in such stores, not one can be found today. Have they all run out? Did the ship sink on its way from China? Who knows.
I wandered back across the park as the weather began to spitefully rain on me. Even the dogs there this morning ignored me.
This exciting life continues...
Isn't it always the way that when you buy cards for birthdays and the like there is not a suitable one in the drawer! I have just looked through a pile of cards and not one is suitable for the purpose I have in mind. Why is this?
If I trawl round the appropriate shops, at least three here, I will not find one that fits today. There will be billions that will fit next week, but will have gone by then, but today there is nothing.
It is because of such major traumas I am now insane.
Is it just me or is nothing happening just now?
The media appears empty of real news, Sunak made a statement yesterday which has disappeared quickly, and even Boris spouting in the Mail' has drawn little response. Have we all given up?
The only excitement concerned Farage.
Making an appearance on TV bemoaning being locked out of UK ,was intended to gather support from his Blackshirt followers. Instead, it has sponsored rumours about his Russian money, with Twitter offering many photos of him with Russian ambassadors and the usual crew of Brexit ner-do-wells. Little sympathy has been on view, this, in spite of a spirited defence by all the usual rich right-wing faces filling the right-wing media.
Poor little rich lying nazi.
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As if the pusillanimous England batsmen were not bad enough, who should pop up in the lunch interval but Rishi! If I had had any time for him before it would soon have evaporated as he giggled his way through a party political broadcast.
Oh for a rope and a lamp post....
Fly, A rope and a lamp post...we could find one...
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