Day 200 is looming . . .
Will I soon have done 200 lazy titles, and will the time have passed so soon?
Numbers do not lie, which is the trouble with numbers. Apart from when they are i9n the hands of a skilled accountant. At that point numbers can do almost anything.
200 feels like the pinnacle of a roller-coaster, and we all know what comes next . . .
I’m very late with this post, having fallen asleep in front of the TV late in the evening and slept almost until dawn. Well, till dawn, let’s face it. It is now light and the birds are not singing. We must have got to that time of year when they all move out to find more food. That’s another sign that the year is moving on.
It’s also a sign that I need to become more regular in my habits. proper bedtimes are not only good for sleeping properly, but for blood pressure, weight and Alzheimer’s. n fact, going to bed at the right time is, according to the internet, good for lots of things. Strange then, that doctors seem unaware of the benefits. They certainly don’t mention it when I se them.
They just want me to take more pills.
Apart from depression. The favoured remedy for depression, I’m told, is no longer pills, but talking to somebody. The doctor gives you a number, you ring it and somebody on the other end tells you that they are too busy to talk to you now but will be back in touch in six to eight weeks. This has happened to two people I know. It’s a logical development from the concept of receptionists doing triage at the surgery.
Soon we will be able to ring the NHS and they will give us the number of a local plumber if you need tubes fixing, or a car mechanic if your heart requires a couple of crocodile clips and a battery . I really don’t know why we ever thought training doctors and building hospitals was cost effective.
In the early hours of the morning I can grow very cynical.
People will keep voting for governments who promise to cut taxes (and can’t spend that they do have properly)
It’s a convenient lie. The difference between high and low tax for a man in my position (part-time shop assistant) is minimal so it does me no good and reduces the services available to me. However, that’s a selfish point rather than incisive political commentary.
That is a beautiful dandelion seed head, Quercus. I like dandelions. The leaves are nutritious, the blossoms cheery, and the seed heads a delight. As children, we loved to blow on them and send the seeds airborne to watch them drift away on their tiny parachutes.
Yes, they are wonderful things. It always amazes me that people complain about them, but some people complain about anything.
Phew! Sleeping in a chair all night. Were you stiff in the morning?
No, I was fine. There is no sense to it, sometimes I can wake up after 20 minutes and can’t move properly for the rest of the evening. If I rest against one of the wooden chair arms, or if there is a cold draft, things are worse. Warm night, middle of the chair – I slept like a baby and was frisky as a spring lamb when I woke. 🙂
I am annoyingly rigid in my schedules. I didn’t realize that was a good thing
In many cases, yes. I find that always keeping my keys and phone in the same place makes life a lot easier. But in most things I am more flexible. Or lazier. 🙂
The only thing I continually misplace are my glasses
Yes, I tend to work in fits and starts with glasses – I will know exactly where they are for months then they disappear. Of course, by that time I have forgotten where my spares are . . .
I am quite impressed by the daily range of cynicism.
🙂 I find a little practice each day pays dividends.
An apt header picture
🙂 Thank you. I spotted it in my store of useful pictures.