Have definitely been neglecting thee old blog lately. My blogger posts are the modern day equivalent of talking to myself, the oft quoted first sign of madness. Perhaps this is a sign that my inner malaise is retreating!
I was reading an article about how LSD/cocaine et al used to be prescribed routinely by doctors for depression & other ailments in the 60's. It goes without saying that had I been young back then, these chemicals would probably have made even the following mundane events seem a little bit more rock 'n' roll. In the last month of pleasant banal-ity I have :
- discovered there is a squirrel living in my car park, it steals conkers.
- somehow given my left elbow an inexplicable corker of a bruise (my partner does not seem to have a matching bruise anywhere, so at least I know I'm not subjecting him to sleep-abuse!)
- ate & drank myself to oblivion, Italian-style (watching too much of The Sopranos is a bad influence)
- finished that doorstopper of a Stephen King book 'Under the Dome', (can finally get my literary life back)
- sat in a couple of airports, got a couple of planes, obtained cold virus from recycled air within.
Ah, there have been other moments of excitement, happiness & general joy at the world - but this is not the place for those!
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