And Then, Tomorrow…

   Well, so, here I am looking forward to tomorrow with great excitement as it will be the occasion of my seventy-eighth year on earth.
   We have a huge party planned to be attended by just myself and my little nest of vipers. Yup, that is it. There will be a grand opening of my birthday card, thanks proffered then a snooze on the sofa.
   Will I look back? I guess so as looking forward isn’t that exciting when an age is reached.
   And just in case I don’t show up here very regularly may I take this opportunity to wish y’all a very happy Easter. Pardon? Oh, right, happy that as well.

Quote; Maurice Chevalier.

“Old age isn’t so bad when you consider the alternative.”

And Then Sorry…

   ...for my prolonged absence but I’ve been bombarded by real{?} world things to do.
   I see the budget, put together by that lady wot runs that failing whelk stall just down the road, isn’t going down very well. Seems the only winners are those with abundant babbys, paid for by us.
   You spot wot could be the outcome of this? Remember that scam-demic? Remember them building that never used Nightingale Hospital? I’m betting that in the near future, after folk have done the maths - with help - on the financial gains possible with more babbies, we’re going to need a Nightingale in every town and city in the country to act as maternity wards.

Quote; Sōsuke Natsukawa

“But time is merciless in its passing.”

And Then, Sorry…

   ...for pinching this from the comments over at Going Postal yesterday but I just couldn’t help myself. Apologies to all concerned - especially the originator; a classic.
   Is this not a perfect sum up of wot we’re up against right now or wot? 

              

Quote; Jerome K. Jerome.                

“The weather is like the government, always in the wrong.”