Sunday, 3 March 2019

Weird Sunday.

All is quiet again this morning.
The wind is gently rippling the hedge outside.
Last night having failed to get my dustbin out I watched the TV , hearing massive winds shaking the house yet again.
At one stage I did open the front door to see if it was going to be possible to venture forth. It wasn’t.
I should be used to bad weather here but last night was simply vicious.
This morning my cleaner will arrive and I shall be glad to see her as a representative of normality.
Now there’s no dog or cat in the house I have noticed something odd.
There’s no dust.
Waving a duster around myself I am conscious that dust simply doesn’t collect.
It’s not just old age blindness...there really is no dust.
At some stage over the weekend I joined the audience online watching Trump give an extraordinary press conference.
We were encouraged to join in.
My only contribution was to ask if it was real. It sounded like a spoof but it was true, whilst he spoke lots of people joined in either with criticism or to be encouraging whilst he clearly struggled to convince us.
It simply enhanced the strange feeling that I had somehow entered a strange world that was unfamiliar.
Watching that whilst a storm rocked the house was very surreal.
But I have checked....I am still alive and blogging....I trust!

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1 comment:

UKViewer said...

I think that the West Country and the North caught the worst of Storm Freya. We had some rain and light winds, but nothing that would slam a door or threaten to blow you of your feet.

As for Mr Trump, saying that the testimony of Mr Cohen before congress, likely to incriminate the President, distracted him from his vital jamboree with the North Korean leader demonstrates something about his character. Worrying about his personal future, while supposedly negotiating nuclear disarmament demonstrates his cowardice not statesmanship.

He needs to be impeached, sooner, rather than later.