Friday 7th May 2021
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
Local elections? Don’t even get me started! Seriously, just don’t. I’m already slightly frayed around the edges. If I start trying to fathom why people vote for evil Tory fascist twats I will unravel altogether. I’ll be banned from watching Andrew Marr this Sunday when they start picking over the results. Shane turfs me out of the room the minute I open my gob to start ranting.
I just popped in to say hello and let you know I’m still alive. I’ve had both my covid jabs now, on account of having a bath fizzer for a brain. Given some of the recent negative press I did feel slightly nervous and was on high alert for blood clots and turning into a zombie after my second one. I did get headaches, nausea and general chills and aches, but no clots or zombie urges. To be honest I was slightly disappointed not to turn into a zombie, as it would have been the perfect excuse for embarking on a Tory voter head-ripping spree.
May so far has been cold, as was April. In general, I feel a bit jaded. Life just isn’t the same as it was pre-covid, and I wonder if it ever will be. Dick and I have been snippy with each other lately. It’s blossom season, and he always gets a bit testy about the petals falling on his precious motor when it's parked on the drive. I try to be patient, but it gets on my wick. To be fair, part of his crabbiness is due to hankering after a proper holiday, but it won’t be this year. I’d like one too, and Shane, but it just isn’t the right time. I’m also keen to make a start on the gardens, but the weather hasn’t been conducive.
After a surge of creative juice, I’m actually close to completing Revs, or would be if I hadn’t hit an impasse a couple of days ago. The words just stopped flowing again. I don’t know why it happens, but it does. I’m back to staring at my computer and struggling to string a sentence together. I’m not sure it’s my best work, so maybe it’s a confidence thing. There’s a lot I wanted to include, but if I write each and every happening then the book will never be finished. Anyway, that’s how things stand at the moment. Watch this space.
Keep yourselves safe, peeps. Things are easing a bit, but now is not the time for ditching the masks and hand hygiene or rushing out to party.
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
Local elections? Don’t even get me started! Seriously, just don’t. I’m already slightly frayed around the edges. If I start trying to fathom why people vote for evil Tory fascist twats I will unravel altogether. I’ll be banned from watching Andrew Marr this Sunday when they start picking over the results. Shane turfs me out of the room the minute I open my gob to start ranting.
I just popped in to say hello and let you know I’m still alive. I’ve had both my covid jabs now, on account of having a bath fizzer for a brain. Given some of the recent negative press I did feel slightly nervous and was on high alert for blood clots and turning into a zombie after my second one. I did get headaches, nausea and general chills and aches, but no clots or zombie urges. To be honest I was slightly disappointed not to turn into a zombie, as it would have been the perfect excuse for embarking on a Tory voter head-ripping spree.
May so far has been cold, as was April. In general, I feel a bit jaded. Life just isn’t the same as it was pre-covid, and I wonder if it ever will be. Dick and I have been snippy with each other lately. It’s blossom season, and he always gets a bit testy about the petals falling on his precious motor when it's parked on the drive. I try to be patient, but it gets on my wick. To be fair, part of his crabbiness is due to hankering after a proper holiday, but it won’t be this year. I’d like one too, and Shane, but it just isn’t the right time. I’m also keen to make a start on the gardens, but the weather hasn’t been conducive.
After a surge of creative juice, I’m actually close to completing Revs, or would be if I hadn’t hit an impasse a couple of days ago. The words just stopped flowing again. I don’t know why it happens, but it does. I’m back to staring at my computer and struggling to string a sentence together. I’m not sure it’s my best work, so maybe it’s a confidence thing. There’s a lot I wanted to include, but if I write each and every happening then the book will never be finished. Anyway, that’s how things stand at the moment. Watch this space.
Keep yourselves safe, peeps. Things are easing a bit, but now is not the time for ditching the masks and hand hygiene or rushing out to party.
Ta-ra for now.