More odd rambling musings that I wanted to share with
you but didn’t think deserved their own blog postings:
It’s annoyed me for ages that the standard sign-off
for most people in Britain – at the end of an e-mail, conversation or letter -
has been ‘Take Care’. It raises heckles on my psyche. It makes me want to reply
with – ‘don’t tell me how to live my life, shithead.’
But I’ve noticed a strange thing has happened. The
new trendy, tropey ‘goodbye replacement’ has become ‘Stay Safe’. Which is odd,
because as we head out of lockdown, but with Covid19 still very much in society,
surely ‘Take Care’ has never been more appropriate?
Sleep is just practice for Death.
I firmly realise that my time alive is limited.
Repeating the same old stuff over and over again is wasteful, so I pride myself
on pushing life in unusual directions, and this is particularly true with food.
I am determined to experience as many different possible food combinations as
possible, so I am willing to experiment with any previous untried mixtures.
Sometimes this falls on its arse and I nearly vomit, sometimes it can be a
revelation. This weekend, we had homemade pizzas. I made one slice which was
just the basic pizza base, with peanut butter liberally spread on top, then
baked in the oven as normal.
It was absolutely gorgeous. Beyond delicious. And
probably very healthy too…
The most worrying thing in the UK at the moment is
that Boris Johnson has now fathered 6 children.
I don’t know about anyone else, but I am not the
same person I was pre-Covid19. This whole experience has changed me, and I hope
it has changed everyone else too. I have no intention of going back to the same
way of thinking and acting that I was committed to before March this year, and
I hope everyone feels that way too.
But we’ll see.
RC 22-6-20
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