‘The Straw that Broke the Camel’s Back’, as you know, gives rise to the phrase ‘the last straw’ or ‘the final straw’.
How many times have you uttered those words in your lifetime? Not as many times, I’ll wager, as you have in the past year. I’m not talking about personal or family ‘straws’, I’m talking about ‘public’ ones and I know I have declared more ‘last straws’ than you could shake a stick at (never quite understood that saying….must look into it..
.like one of the dangerously large potholes that Motherwell Council are looking into………!!)
To be honest I have abused the ‘last straw’ expression many times when I now realise that I was/am merely exasperated…….eg., Continue reading
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. 
(mainly) with Netflix (yes I’ve been ‘binge watching’!),’phoning to keep in touch with the sick and the walking wounded, preparing for and cancelling ‘get togethers’ (see previous excuse) and generally ‘pfaffing about’ dodging the dreaded ‘lurgie’ while all around have been falling like foxes…..I mean flies. 
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