…’Can’t Buy Me Love’…

‘Maureen,’ said my neighbour some years ago,’ can you imagine what it’s like to be ridiculously wealthy?’
‘Emmmm….’
‘Don’t bother with an answer,’ he interrupted, ‘for I guarantee you can’t….’
He and his wife had just returned from their holiday home abroad which they visited twice a year. caribbean-island-hammock
Now… I thought that they were ridiculously wealthy……. judging by their lifestyle, and, tongue in cheek, I told him so. He laughed.
‘You think? We don’t come close!’
‘Well then, in answer to your original question … no, I can’t imagine what being ridiculously wealthy would be like. What made you ask?’ Continue reading

Only Time Will Tell…

images-7.jpgIt’s been a while, I know. Excuses? A rather ‘constipated’ brain……packed full of excess material: disbelief, incredulity, outrage and JUNK! Knowing where to start has become so problematic, that, like the constipated mathematician, I’ve had to work it all out with a pencil!…… a word jotted down here….. a sentence there……frustrated ‘flushings’ and yet more paper to hopefully capture any vestige of verbal diarrhoea that might help relieve this ‘blockage’……. Sorry, the analogy is a mess…… but so is the world…….and I still don’t know where to start.

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On Days Like This….

I am having a rotten day. Nothing, but nothing, is going well. My head is now stuffed with random unproductive thoughts and I am sinking fast. I am floundering in a sea of indignation, indecision and sadness. I feel helpless and hopeless and and have now sought refuge at my computer to try and make something coherent out of the babble in my head……remember the game where you were required to make a jumbled assortment of words into a well known phrase or saying?…there is so much I want to say but I seem to be struggling with order, organisation and focus. Maybe I should just pluck a word or phrase out of the bubbling porridge that is my fevered brain  and give it voice…… pick me!…..pick me!…. Continue reading