The day has not started well, and to be honest, I wish I’d stayed in bed.
The weather is pretty grotty again, but I don’t really care about that.
Hubby’s had a bad night, Maggie has been pacing all morning, and I’ve got horrendous cramp in my stomach as well as my back.
I got on the scales this morning and they didn’t stop spinning, so that has really got me down and I’m obviously going wrong somewhere.
Hubby’s looking through the news headlines and the wondrous Diva and Prince once again lead the way with their current mansion, expenses, staffing and ‘I feel sorry for me’ attitude.
I cannot get my head around the sums of money quoted, the more she has, the more she’s dissatisfied, and I reckon in a couple of months they’ll be on the move yet again. Already they’ve had three, or is it four, residences since leaving the Royal Hub in April for a quiet (not) private (don’t understand the meaning of the word) life (I’m unhappy and nobody cares).
The government is lying through their teeth about Coronavirus, having reduced the number of deaths by over five and a half thousand last week because it ‘looked better’, and not reporting for two days any new cases, when in the headlines the UK has had a daily increase of over 1000 new cases for the past five consecutive days. They have gone ahead with plans to re-open other business lines, and in the next breath say that the figures will begin (???? have they not already??? ) to increase again. It’s like being on a rollercoaster gaining momentum and no way of getting off.
Hubby has just read out a headline:
“I have a credit card – now I can spend £750,000 on a photo of a potato’
Come here Pal! You can take pics of all the potatoes you like and I’ll just take £1000 for each!
Note: they are running out of news as this article was written in January 2016!!!!