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Monday 2 November 2020

On the cusp of a...

meltdown I have woken up manically over excited... tears before bedtime territory.

I don’t know where to start?  At home might be as good a place as anywhere.  My equipment is failing, well at your age of decrepitude what is there so special about that you might be tempted to think?  No, no, I mean this ruddy contraption of torture of a cerebral kind, kind it ain’t! Since I indebted myself with payday loans, wall to wall loan sharks hammering on the door I have been having a bit of bother with this supposed-to-be latest must-have of a techie piece of kit, kit, I said not sh*t.  It isn’t all it is cracked up to be, first off it thinks it knows better than me, which maybe, just maybe is a moot point.  I answer my comments and it doesn’t always post them I get a ruddy ‘Whoops who’s done a boo-boo message?’ Which after three laps of the ceiling the ole BP is still battling like mercury to fire out of the thermometer in Vesuvius gobs. Alright I know you don’t test blood pressure with a thermometer but it makes for a better verbal picture in the old minds eye... don’t you agree?  These problems have slowly been happening since at vast expense we got the strolling tech-whizz to sort us out.  It just couldn’t possibly be down to the operator, now could it?  I was planning this week to trot off to Hereford to visit the Apricot shop and plead insanity.  Trouble now is I don’t really feel I can face the marauding bog roll bandits.  So like the hero I so obviously am, will battle on alone... chuntering!

The other thing to cause me distress in the form of over excitement of a vomit-making kind is the absolute horror that Trump will be re-elected.  Why should I worry some might say and I would be hard pushed to come up with a half sensible answer, mind you I am hard pushed on a good day to come up with a sensible anything!?!  The thought of going into lockdown and watching, reading and absorbing through every pore of my ageing bod the civil unrest that will unfold in America, just doesn’t bear-bare thinking about. 


 

9 comments:

  1. There is no point in worrying about the cheezy wotsit. If the Americans are stupid enough to vote him in there really isn't anything we can do. They have a very stupid, outdated voting system which means he could get in though he's not actually the popular candidate so really its just like roulette (russian probably!!) If he gets in again we'll need to make sure and buy our food from local farms and not the supermarkets any more if bojo gets a 'deal' with him. But us worrying won't change a thing. I think this is a 'how do you eat an elephant' moment. One bite at a time! Don't look at the big picture, take care of what you can and ignore the rest. Take care my friend. xx

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    1. Today is the day. I totally get about what you say about us worrying and I wish I couldn’t care, sadly I do.

      take care you to MG

      lX

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  2. An American here: Don't worry, he won't get reelected. The last election: some fools thought it was funny to vote for a clown and other fools were too lazy to vote. What the country/world has been through the last four years will ensure that this never happens again.

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  3. Astrologically we have the same planetary combination as in 1215, Magna Carta, and other momentous times of change, apparently. Live in hope and stop listening to the "news" !!

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    1. Most lucky souls in 1215 didn't have television, the internet, or newspapers (assuming that many of them could read). In circumstances like that life goes on, and the biggest disruptions in our circle of operation were usually had superstition at their root. Superstition...hmmmm? Life still goes on but at what price to our anxiety levels?

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    2. Does the planetary combo mean he will or won’t?

      LX

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  4. Oh how I wish I could have confidence in what you say, Maryland. The world is already a poorly, unhealthy and broken land and the election of such an unfeeling, idiotic orange-man who has his fat little hand hovering dangerously over That Red Button brings nightmares of the very worst sort. God help us all.

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    1. How is it that so many overlook his duplicity and hatred. There is only one person in his world... him. The man is surely mad.

      LX

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