I’m currently watching Angela Lansbury on TV. To be honest it’s difficult to watch TV and avoid it. She is 95 soon and they will be celebrating with a week of Murder She Wrote. I’m not quite sure how it will differ from every other week, but I wish her well.
The day has gone quickly, and we have resisted the temptation to go out and do some last-ditch mingling. If more people had resisted the temptation to mingle we wouldn’t be in this mess. Skegness has been on the news today asking people from Nottingham not to visit. From what we saw a few weeks ago (crowds of people with a lack of masks and social distancing) I wouldn’t want to visit, even if there was something worth doing when you get there.
Really, it’s all the same as previous days, just another link in a chain of tedium.
I always used to tell the kids that only boring people got bored. This, I suspect, means that I am becoming boring. That is not good news, as I don’t want to be boring and old. The latter, to be fair, is inevitable, but I feel there should be an element of choice about the former. I’m going to have to do something about that. I might have to start racing pigeons or talking to myself in the park.
Of course, these days it is not a sign of madness to speak to yourself in the street, just a sign that you have a bluetooth headset.
Or have a tattoo in a foreign language – I will get an appallingly rude word tattooed on my arms in Chinese script and will tell everyone it says “destiny”. Of course, it may be tricky explaining why I keep being ejected from Chinese Restaurants.
Loving the tattoo idea. And a murder marathon…
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With that last paragraph in you how could you possibly be boring?
I’m definitely feeling more boring…
That is a shame
I will fight it…
I’m with Lavinia!
🙂 I might have guessed…
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I agree with Lavinia in that becoming boring seems to be the least likely outcome for you. At least not while the gods continue to pour buckets of manure over your head at every opportunity..
I didn’t write about it yesterday but I had an eye infection – started in the morning, began to recede after eyedrops in the afternoon, cured this morning. Nasty while I had it but short-lived and, as you say, just another bucket of manure from the gods…
You were very restrained not to tell us about it.
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Somehow I don’t think you or Julia will ever lead boring lives… 🙂