I had some big decisions to make on getting up this morning.
They included whether to:
….. drink the cold cup of tea I’d left on the coffee table in front of the TV last night OR put on the kettle and make a hot drink; looking at the unique London chalky tea-stained rings of sediment around the inside of my mug, I settled on a fresh cup of hand engineered Nes-cafe latte instead.
….. start on a fresh packet of Digestive biscuits knowing I am supposed to leave for my new homeland of America in two weeks time, OR to take them with me as customs contraband, knowing they cost a huge sum over the Atlantic; I decided to slavver them with slices of English mature cheddar cheese and be doubly gluttonous instead … at least it’s a proteinaceous breakfast, is it not?
….. continue reading James May’s “Notes from the Hard Shoulder” or write in my new blog which I’d entirely forgotten I’d started at Christmas time called “Portly Thoughts”, OR to get the grips with writing some difficult letters on difficult subject to difficult people; instead I decided to photograph the cold cup of tea with age like rings of London sediment, the cheese and biscuits on my “Wake Up” plate next to the cheese packet branded “Vale of Camelot” and put them all on my Facebook page, which is now called a timeline, lest at the ripe old age of almost 58 I forget which picture I took when.
If you are awake yet, you’ll realize that I also decided to copy and paste my Facebook note here to this new blog.
Probably you are also wondering what happened to November and December’s posts? Well, that makes two of us! I’d better go and look on my Facebook timeline and plagerize more from there!
P.S if you are wondering why no photos posted here, well get off your bottom and change channels to Facebook …. and if heaven forbid you do not use it, then if you write to me nicely here, I may add them later