I’m on holiday now. Wednesday is my usual day off. Thursday and Friday are public holidays for the Platinum Jubilee, on Saturday the Post Office is closed so there is little point us working (according to the owner). It will be Monday before I work again. It’s a nice bonus, but a little annoying as it disrupts things like prescription orders. The Queen will, presumably, be working on those two days, so I don’t see why the rest of us can’t. I say “working” – a little correspondence, a personal appearance or two, checking up on Prince Andrew (currently chained in the Palace Dungeons where he cannot do more harm to the Royal Brand or see any woman under 50) and dinner cooked by a fleet of flunkeys is slightly different to the “work” that the erst of the country has to do.
I admit that’s a slightly jaundiced view of the Royal Life, but when you find out that Prince Charles has people to run his bath, and has precise requirements regarding water temperature, it hard not to espouse Trotskyite Principles.
I’ve been thinking about the events of yesterday, and have decided that it’s time to start filling my time with more meaningful stuff, as there is a limited time between now and whatever lies ahead in terms of diminishing brain power. The first step is deciding what “meaningful stuff” actually is.
I suppose this is where I start becoming misty-eyed about family and grandchildren. Or decide I want to leave a lasting legacy.
Actually, I’m thinking about robbing a bank. The extra cash will come in handy as prices keep going up and if they catch me what can they do to me that is any worse than living in a care home? Poor food, authoritarian staff, room mates with low standards of personal hygiene – or jail?
The picture, with connotations of jail and snouts in the trough, seemed apt.
Now I’m speculating about you legging it after robbing a bank. You may just possibly beat me
All taken care of. 🙂
OMG that link! What a story. Reminds me of a “Seinfeld” episode.
Did I ever tell you about a friend of mine, newly confined to a wheelchair. Went to the pub . . . woke up in the early hours of the morning with his electric wheelchair wedged in a hedge.
With the price of food and fuel, I think many of us are tempted to rob a bank.
As Derrick points out – it’s the getaway that is the problem these days.
Tootlepedal’s advice is right on the mark, and brought a chuckle. The news of the day does not lighten my mood either, but I have taken to drifting off to sleep thinking of all that is going well, and at least three things that I am grateful for. It does make a difference. 🙂
Yes, he is generally right. You are right about concentrating on the good stuff too. It can be very corrosive to think about negatives all the time.
I can see that the news of the day is not lightening your mood a lot. I don’t want to give you unsound advice but I think that the way to go might be to own a bank and rob the customers. That way you can get rich and guarantee to stay out of jail.
If only I had been given that advice before leaving school, my career trajectory may have had a different shape. 🙂