It’s Monday and it felt OK when I work up, not so much now though. Scary old world’s got me down again I am afraid. Depressing business though, old men waging wars for very little logical reason… But that’s not a new thing is it? Everything is a bit weird right now. So here’s a new tune to go with the madness elsewhere. I am trying to fill my time usefully at present but the gloom is creeping into my head a bit. Autumn is OK and beautiful but just not today. Today is miserable wet autumn not romantic warm old gold and red toned autumn sadly. Cheese may help of course 🙂

Just Cause You’re a Bad Person …

The car saga continues, ostensibly it is well again according to the OBC tester but I don’t entirely trust it yet, (it needs a longer run for that) and time pressures mean I have not been able to properly test it at my leisure. I need to be sure of it before doing any motorway miles. Mildly frustrating I must admit. If only there was a similar device I could plug into my brain to clear my own personal fault codes 😂 Sometimes I talk too much and also often too little, but frequently with no filter.

Got my Electric and gas bill for the year. £1500! Its correct but it is still a shocker and not remotely a gas. Still as they say “Easy Come, Easy go” 🙂
It has screwed up my finances a bit so I might to do a couple of extra shifts grinding at the mill 😉

I have just come back from an Orchard rehearsal and I am a wee bit tired, I am sleeping Ok but maybe not quite long enough?

 “You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.” — Mae West

“Watch your thoughts; they become words. Watch your words; they become actions. Watch your actions; they become habits. Watch your habits; they become character. Watch your character; it becomes your destiny.”— Lao-Tze

“You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose.” — Dr. Seuss

Looking back on life, I think I paid my dues for the wrongs that I did do, though how wrong they were I am not really sure. Can love ever be wrong?

Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve And,
like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
as dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.

William Shakespeare

From The Tempest, Act 4 Scene 1