I often mention that, due to the weekly pill poppin’ organizer top-up that also seems to act as a time accelerator, I’m always left wondering where the week went. Guess wot. It’s June and we’re half way through the bloody year. Where did the first half go then?
Two things worthy of mention vis-a-vis this rapid passage of time: We visited two supermarkets yesterday and neither had, at time of visit, their Christmas aisles up and running. Secondly, should I still need to be clad in a heavy woolly pully in these rapidly, only hours left to save the planet, globally warming times? And why do we need to be sitting here with the fire glowing warmly today?
As for that jubilee thingy, when does it end? Or do we have to wait for the MSM, wots been wringing it for all it’s worth for wot seems like weeks now, to declare the end?
Finally, it being a typically wet, cold June Sunday, here’s your psalm for the day.
Quote; Dave Barry.
“Aside from Velcro, time is the most mysterious substance in the universe. You can’t see it or touch it, yet a plumber can charge you upwards of seventy-five dollars per hour for it, without necessarily fixing anything.”
2 comments:
We're sitting here with the fire glowing and the central heating on. If doing that brings on global warming, it can't happen soon enough for me.
A K Haart,
And I sincerely hope you feel as guilty as we do sitting there feeling warm. Bring on global warming? I do my bit by trying to drive at least ten miles every day.
Never mind, the days will be shortening very shortly.
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