I don’t like it when it gets this hot (about 25 degrees Centigrade. I know it’s not hot by some standards but it’s hot for me. It’s still about 20 degrees now, at 1.30am. I’m not use to this sort of heat. I’m much happier when it’s cold. Apart from the temperature being more comfortable it’s easier on my mood. I can be stoic in the face of the cold, damp and fog, but it’s hard to be grumpy when our weather is rivalling the Mediterranean.
I have written nothing for two nights now, but I did managed to watch some old episodes of the Beverly Hillbillies on Prime tonight. We seem to have run out of things we want to watch, and this is what it has come to. Humour in the early 1960s seems to have been less demanding. The clue is probably that I loved the show when I was a kid. This is not a sign of complexity or intellectually challenging humour. AS I said to Julia – fro many of the jokes it was probably their first time on TV.
I had a call from the pharmacy tonight. I have noticed that the NHS prefers to ring the home number when they can. They tell me that it gives a better connection. this may be true, but it sometimes doesn’t get answered because we tend to suspect all calls on the landline of being nuisance calls and don’t always answer it. Just one more foible of the NHS. The NHS seems to be involving pharmacists more and more. They are, to be fair, highly trained health professionals, but they aren’t trained as GPs, so I’m ambivalent about it. Review my drugs by all means, which is what they are trained for, but when it comes to diagnosing and giving health advice I’m not so keen.