And Then, A Slow Road To Recovery...

I’m slowly managing to shake out all the aches from this ol’ body but the sofa will be the place for a couple more days.

For your ‘enjoyment’, pop over here and watch Mr Mirage lay into those EU top dogs with little to no mercy. One frightening point he makes, but not surprising to anyone who inhabits the real world, is mention that it’s estimated that upwards of five thousand bad fellows have already eased into Europe cunningly disguised as refugees. And Dave wants us to stay as part of this nightmare in the making? Dave, are you nuts? Oh, by the way buddy, did you get that shiny propaganda leaflet you kindly sent me in error back yet? Should be with you soon. As a precaution against loss, I sent it recorded delivery to your London address care of Cammer House Of Horror.

There’s also a lovely bit of proper reading to be had over at Vapingpoint. It relates to getting old so, dependant on your age and state of mind while reading, you may shed a sad tear or two, or crack a small wistful smile. Then cry.
”It seems to me that people are sicker, more depressed, less contented, more dissatisfied, more fearful, more complaining, more unhappy than ever.”

Quote; On Loan From Here;

  The wife and myself had come to town to pick up a few things. We came out of one store and saw a cop writing a ticket for illegal parking right in front of us on the curb.
  So we asked him nicely to give a couple of retirees a break. But he paid us no attention and kept writing.
  Just loud enough for him to hear, my wife said, “What a Bozo.”
  The cop looked up, stared at my wife, then started writing out another ticket.
  I said, “Honey, this guy probably just learned to read and write, and he’s so proud of himself, he’s showing off.
  The cop tore off the 2nd ticket and started on a third.
  We kept making comments and he kept writing tickets till he was up to about half a dozen.
  Finally, glaring at us, the cop left, and we walked on down the street. We didn’t care about the tickets. We always take the bus into town, and anyway, that car was one of those obnoxious Hummers.
  Being retired, we always try to find ways to keep ourselves amused. We feel it’s important.