uncertain, really

Not entirely sure what to write about today.
I could talk about the continued indifference of the British weather to my happiness. 
I could talk about the fact that, since the results of the EU referendum have been known, everyone that comes into the garage seems to be eyeing everyone else with suspicion, as if we’re on the brink of civil war and no-one is sure whose side we’re all on.
I could talk about the genius of the Wimbledon organisers, who insist on all female tennis players wearing all-white, which is by far the sexiest colour of clothing for a woman to wear. 
I could talk about Ted’s week-long spell of anger about the England football team, and his determination to ring me daily about it and use me as a sounding board, even though he knows I’m not really bothered about the sport in the slightest.
But I want to blog positively today, so I don’t want to write about any of that.

Bye, then. 

RC 3-7-16