I have been munching on Easter cake (thanks, Poppy!), sipping tea and ruminating…… about everything and nothing. I like a good ‘ruminate’. I like to take time out of my retirement to just ruminate! At present I have serious scenarios to consider regarding a variety of health issues among family and friends…..it’s a bit like spinning plates: just when most are spinning steadily, two or three start to wobble and you find yourself being spread ever more thinly trying to keep the momentum going in the attention stakes, the sympathy stakes, the counselling stakes and in the purely practical organisation and running of the daily chores….. but then this is life.
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…’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. 
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…
It’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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