Morning from yet another mediocre day in Clifton as far as the weather is concerned, thinking of getting my legs out in an ill advised display of pasty white mixed with pre varicose bulges, to be realised as a temperatural error by mid afternoon when I will be far enough away from home to make things inconvenient. It also struck me today that as the Wordle train clatters along, the number of 5 letter words left at the mesa may well lead the boffins controlling things in Wordle HQ to borrow from other languages, as there has been a tendency for the words of late becoming more peculiar as time goes on, the literary fuel is running low and I really can’t speak Spanish , I can French, but only to an idiot standard. So alas I see the end of my Morning routine ahead, stretching into the not too distant future, Christ I may even have to try and get Beach Presentable and start running around. Which is always a last resort, I’d prefer a nasty bout of flu with a forehead hot, like an oven for a week or so to shed the pounds. Its always nice to recuperate, and keeps it real, its nice to know I can be slightly ill and still have the superpower to get better. The day that doesn’t happen the list of worries gets longer. 

Am I looking forward to going back to work on Tuesday? Not especially, but we’ve got a walk and talk meeting on Thursday down on the coast so it promises to be another week of laziness and almost certain computer fuck ups, my boss asked me to record how I edit features at work on the laptop last week, which as a slightly minor worry which I am choosing to ignore until later, puts my working practices under the microscope, which might put me in the firing line or prepare me for anointing as God like Genius amongst my Peers.

A Yorkshire borough is also proposing removing apostrophes and other punctuation from road signs, apparently it is to prevent causing confusion, it has happened in a few places in this island and immediately folk commenced correcting the signs with sharpies to reflect the true nature of things, and the boroughs and councils reverted to the previous way of things, at some considerable cost I would imagine. such is life in our perfectly normal island. Westward Ho, without an exclamation mark… Imagine the furore!

Enough of this nonsense, it’s time to beat off the rusty dusty from my shorts.