Cowart's Common Room
I can't wake up either: it is almost ten to nine and I am still in my dressing gown, though I have had my usual breakfast of Porridge and Half A Banana. Capitalising them makes them go further and seem more substantial. I eat the other banana half with my coffee at 11 and also have a few nuts, brazil nuts for preference, which I am told contain selenium, though what selenium does for the human body I have never found out. Maybe I have an excess of selenium for my all singing-all dancing vitamin pill, which I swear by, also contains selenium along with 99 other bits and pieces which need the whole packet back to explain. So maybe that is the answer to good health: selenium. Which is fine for the people in Brazil, where the Brazil nuts trees grow (or used to before they were felled by loggers) but what about the people of Orkney? There is, so far as I know, no selenium on Orkney at all so how do the Orcadians manage to stay healthy? And why aren't the Orcadians worried?
Last night ww came to the highlight of our social calendar: the AGM of our Town Twinning Association! Usual business with yours truly on the accounts and condemned to be so for at least another year. Terrible job. Still on we go. And this year we made a profit on the AGM thanks to a wonderful raffle in which I won an Easter Egg in a pink box which will do nicely for Beanie. A Thornton's one too. On these occasions we eat bread, cheese and celery, bring our own wine and glasses (thereby avoiding the £22 we would otherwise pay for a licence) and for entertainment we had a quiz, mostly about France and Clisson, with the trick question, 'With which country does France share its longest border?' The answer is Brazil which borders that part of France called Guiana or Le Guyane, which is nevertheless part of metropolitan France.
So today I need to count the money, take J to the shops, do some gardening if the rain stops, practice the piano, and clean the house. But first I shall collect the paper, braving storms and hurricanes, brew some strong coffee and, the other half of my banana in hand, depress myself in contemplating the multiple calamities into which the planet is falling headlong. Fake or otherwise, the news becomes each day more preposterous We are descending into savagery with whole armies of children starving to death on an industrial scale. I refuse to buy a Sunday paper these days. I deserve one day of not being depressed.
Have a good day and may lots go right for you.