At the risk of sounding like Pollyanna, earlier this morning, as I sat outside on the patio in the sunshine (in my PJs) with a cup of real coffee, Hattie asleep on the grass at my feet and my new magazine which had just come through the letterbox (gift subscription from sister in law) listening to the silence and looking forward to seeing DD2, SIL and Flynn later today, I thought “Life is not bad is it?”
OK all that would have made it perfect would have been to know that Paw (perhaps before he got too poorly, maybe 3 years or so ago,) was reading the newspaper in bed, on his second or third cup of tea.
But 5/6 is not to be sneezed at, is it? ?
Relentlessly negative pessimism from OH
He never gives up being stupid.
Guilt at feelings of resentment
Where Is Greta Thunberg These Days?
Craig and Lindsay Foreman end their hunger strike in prison in Iran.







