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Friday 13th. Heavy overcast and distant mist. With lots of rain and gales promised. Autumn holidays. For those who need permission to choose what to do with their lives. Up at 7.30 after going back to sleep at 6am.
8.30. Going for a walk. The bulk delivery of rain isn't supposed to arrive until after 10.00.
9.15. Back again. It rained lightly but steadily. The grass continues to grow. As the new landscape grows more beautiful with every passing day.
Never ever.
Give generously. We only pay taxes.
So the 1% don't ever have to.
Reduce your CO2 output where you can.
So the 1% don't ever have to.
Give your lives in their profitable wars.
So the 1% don't ever have to.
Play the pawn, wave the flag for "your team."
So the 1% will never have to.
Bow down to your religious and political dictators.
So the 1% don't ever have to.
Use only 1% of your brain.
So the 1% will never have to.
Worship your influencer as much as your [drug] dealer.
So the 1% will never have to.
Play the massed lemmings to their climate change.
Because the 1% will never, ever, have to.
Not so much poet laureate as a lort poet. Lort being Danish for shit.
10.00 Pouring with rain. Inactivity is corrosive.
18.30 And lasted all day. Dark, very wet and very windy. I have spent the day on the computer. Looking at different display cabinets, kitchens and bookshelves. Wandering around and imagining different furniture arrangements. Napping. I could have driven to the city and wandered IKEA instead, but didn't. Watched videos about Morris Minors. It's not the real thing. I suppose you'd need VR goggles, a pair of closed headphones and one of those bucking rodeo bulls. To remotely approach the reality and that's just going down the gravel drive.
I had poached eggs on toast last time. So it will have to be mackerel. I don't mind mackerel in tomato sauce. It's a no brains required sort of meal. Though certainly not a "no brainer." The only skill required is to apply the mackerel evenly to two slices of toast. Even I can manage that. Try not to forget the fresh tomatoes. Like I did last time. 🙄
Dinner was as promised. Or threatened. Depending on your culinary sensibilities.
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