More Random Thoughts.

I’m not at all talkative today, so I’m just going to throw out some random thoughts.

Living alone is wonderful until you hit one of those points where you really could do with a bit of help.

Isn’t it odd how some people get sniffy when you mention alcohol? ‘You don’t drink, do you?!’ I’ve had variations on that twice this week.

Those prize draw promotions run by Readers Digest have to be the most transparently manipulative items of marketing crap ever devised. Even if I was interested in their publication – which I’m not – I wouldn’t take it on principle.

I’d be interested to know why a tall, skinny young woman with a Slavic accent keeps staring at me in the supermarket. And how does a thirty-something female member of staff who sports a wedding ring and crooked teeth manage to smile at me so engagingly? And why did the young checkout girl with nearly white hair and pale blue eyes blush when I asked her if she was settling in. I think there must be a whole world of mystery under the skin of the local supermarket.

I’d be even more interested to know why some people with spiritual leanings find the concept of reincarnation so improbable.

I wonder why Dominique from Mumbai, who had been one of the most avid readers of my blog, suddenly disappeared. Was it something I said?

One day I would like to meet Brogan, Kaetlyn McCafferty’s dog.

I find the traditional Irish reel the most enlivening of all forms of music. I intend to play the bodhran in my next life.

I have a housefly in my house, which is very unusual for December. He keeps following me about, but the only time he’s been a nuisance so far was when he took to walking across the TV screen and distracting me.

I feel at a loose end at the moment. I feel a strange urge to emigrate, but I almost certainly won’t. Too many people in suits and uniforms assume the right to push you around.

Time for a drink.