Today is something of a landmark in my life because today I
exceeded my mother’s lifespan by one day. (Well, part of a day at least. It
isn’t over yet, is it?) That’s an odd thing to work out, wouldn’t you say? I
wonder how many other people have done the same calculation. I still have
nearly two years to go to match my father, but I can’t work that one out
precisely because I don’t know the date of his death. I hadn’t seen him for
twenty six years.
I’m a bit glum these days, which is something of a coincidence because I seem to be suddenly getting a lot of visits from Sweden, and you might remember all those posts I made about the glumness of the Swede. Maybe there’s a connection. It was a joke, of course, because I feel a certain fondness for the Swedes. They seem to be as intolerant of egomania as I am so I always favour their football teams as long as they’re not playing England, and even then my attitude is dichotomous. I wonder what they think of Trump.
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