I am sitting at the computer and am full of pizza and salad. Julia has been on holiday today and has been a whirlwind of activity. The house smells of wax polish, my desk has been tidied and, anticipating a doughnut shortage, a plate of sugary comestibles was shove in front of me on my return from work. I fear this is all part of a plot to kill me with food, but there are worse ways to go.
As I dozed gently in front of the TV she cooked the pizzas, made the coleslaw and salad and then woke me to eat just as Mastermind was starting. This is really a description of my ideal day.
The recipients of two of last night’s three submissions have acknowledged receipt of them and I am feeling relaxed. Tomorrow I must begin a determined effort to get ahead so that I don’t have to rush round so much. Slow and steady wins the race.
I’ve been looking into how to survive a nuclear war and have decided that it is too much like hard work.
Initial advice, for instance, is to run on a line perpendicular to the direction of the wind coming from the site of the explosion. Run? With my knees?
I’m also supposed to have a bug-out bag ready by the door so I am prepared for the worst. Well, I can see a problem there too. We might get twenty minutes advance warning, we might get three, depending on what internet article I read. A bug-out bag isn’t a lot of use to a man of my age. I’m just not suited to quick exits. By the time I’ve been to the toilet, found the car keys and I’ve laced up my shoes, I’ll be lucky to make it to the car before Armageddon, let alone get to safety.
To be honest, I’m not a natural survivalist and as the only people to survive the nuclear blast are going to be politicians, civil servants and survivalists I’m not sure the post-apocalyptic world is a place I want to be.
I’m going to follow the advice I once saw on a TV programme about the battle of the Atlantic and how to prepare for bed in case you were torpedoed. An ex-Merchant seaman said that if you were on an ore carrier, they sank fast, so you went to bed fully clothed with the door of your cabin wedged open for a fast exit. If you were on a munitions ship you went to bed normally, including pyjamas, because there was no point worrying.
I agree, worrying is pointless, though some degree of preparedness seems warranted.
Yes, adequate preparation is a good idea, but at a certain point you have to decide to start enjoying life.
I am going tom send some money to the Red Cross appeal, and then I am going to look at more pictures of pigs. I like pigs. They are intelligent but don’t need to be walked and rarely engage in sabre-rattling, though will never replace cats.
The whole thing is inconceivable. I am finding it very hard to process the thought that it is actually happening. The monumental incompetence of the people running major allegedly democratic nations makes one worry about the sanity of the voters (or the media that shapes their opinions of the world.)
I grew up thinking that we would never see a war in Europe because we had all become more sensible after killing millions of people. Now feeling very silly and naive. When you find that Putin wears lifts in his shoes to make himself appear taller you start to wonder about his mental state. He’s 5′ 7″ so he’d really need stilts to make much difference.
Short people are always slightly scary – Hitler, Putin, Julia . . .
I would like to apply for an exception to that rule for Mrs Tootlepedal. She is usually right but hardly ever scary.
I am prepared to take your word for that as I have always considered you a reliable commentator on life.
That’s a book…how to prepare to depart quickly when quick isn’t part of the vocabulary
I could build a bunker, but I would still have the problem of living in a world of politicians and survivalists. And possibly mutant zombies . . . 🙂
Can you become zombie king and sic them on everyone else?
It seems like a lot of effort, when I am jut starting to think about retiring. I want to be a curmudgeon not a Zombie Warlord. 🙂
However, now you come to mention it . . .
Seeking a point is a thankless task today
🙂 I have many tankless tasks – telling people not to mumble is one of my favourites.
Sounds like a grand day! Except, of course, for the post-apocalyptic worrying.
On balance it was a fine day, and today we are having pancakes! 🙂
How I love pancakes!
Me too! 🙂
Excellent. I love the sense of irony at the end.
Thank you. I have been taking lessons . . .