I feel I have to make a proper post instead of simply leaving jokes. It's just rather an effort at the moment, largely because I'm not doing anything interesting.
It is as if I am in one of life's anterooms because I have not yet seized the challenge of moving on. I am waiting for 'something'.
With mum gone I have no good reason to retire: there is nobody to 'look after'. Just as well, really, since the poor dregs of my pension, what remained after the government picked its bones, have probably gone up in flames in the last week or so. Now I have to hope to stay healthy - as healthy as I am currently anyway - so I can keep myself.
I was going to call in at the Cathedral today but could not get in. The Good Friday service would have been underway and there was a goon inside the door stopping a group of people from entering. Tourists, I assume. Shame about us worshippers.
Today I bought a penguin, one of those steam spot-removing things. It doesn't work. I couldn't persuade a single puff of steam out of it even though I went through the procedure twice from scratch. So I'll take it back tomorrow and hope to recover my 19.99.
And the fish and chip shop was closed.
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Gripping, isn't it?