I went out today to get a couple of things I needed and was
driven (yet again) to abject distraction (literally) by the deplorably
dysfunctional state of British commerce. I decline to go into the whole story
since I can’t be bothered and the memory is still painful, but I might just
mention the website in which I searched ‘headphones + microphone’ and was
offered an appealing display of mops and mop buckets. That particular example is
beginning to seem mildly amusing five hours down the line, but at the time it
was just the latest in a long list…
I might also mention that the level of anger and enervating frustration
reached such a pitch that the matter of the Lady B’s ghost retired to the
furthest corner of my mind and shivered visibly from its sense of relative insignificance.
And that really is saying something.
So did anything nice happen today. No. (Apart from meeting a
9-month-old Labrador who was determined to
convince me that I was his very best friend. That was nice.)
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