Wouldn’t it be wonderful to be irritated by such a small thing as the omission of an apostrophe on a street sign? Some bloke in Tunbridge Wells allowed himself to become so incensed by the missing apostrophe in ‘St Johns Close’ that he took black paint and a brush and corrected it. A neighbour was so angry at this that he accused him of vandalism by grafitti. And the news so desperate for content that the pair of them made the sub-headlines.
Such empty lives they have in Tunbridge Wells.
Not that I can claim to have generated much in the way of content in my live over this past twenty-four hours. I had a bit of a funny turn yesterday morning and took myself off to bed to sleep it off. Then, after a late lunch, to my shame, I had another nap and slept solidly until 19:30. Dinner, an episode of The Waltons, and off I went again, shortly before midnight, to sleep well until this morning.
I feel a lot better for it and, now I come to think of it, I’ve had a drippy nose for a few days–dried up now–and a couple of times I’ve felt dizzy and whoozy. I’m told that those are typical symptoms of swine ‘flu. If so I’m happy that I’m over it now. Seems that, if you exhibit anything that might be taken as swine ‘flu they stuff you up with Tamiflu and put you on one side to see if you’re going to die.
This morning the sky is threatening to turn blue in patches and, just now, there’s a bit of sun shining through the window, pushing the thin cloud layer aside. That’s pure joy for you.
The autumn equinox, held to be the first day of Autumn, is only a month and a couple of days away now so it’s as well to take what joy may be had of the days of summer sun when they come along.
So there you go. I shall take myself out just so soon as the daily diuretic works through my system. Doing rather well so far so I’m hoping for a better day.
