(0546) Not much sleep, sleeping in, dear reader, back around 0900 BST. (0929) Well half an hour late anyway. Explanation in Sun 1 below, chaps and chapesses. (0952)

 

Sunday morning ravings

Well well well … broken night which included Simon Templar saying to a lady who was reporting some dastardliness and for him to be careful, “Never mind, I’m really quite mad you know.” It also included my getting out of bed, no hands, and standing on one foot for over ten seconds (which I failed on the first attempt by the way but was ok on the second). 0320 that one was in the night.

It came from a suggestion by a youtube doc … you could tell he was a doc coz he had a beard, was wearing a regulation blue tunic and he spoke all doctorish. Going to run that YT between Sun 1 this morn and Sun 2 to 5, inc. DAD and Steve.

One other thing I failed to mention in my Sat 1 rant was “sense of humour” or at least of irony. Got up now to stumble about, opened this ipad and what do you know …

How ’bout that eh? Dearly beloved, an explanation I think I was in the process of giving you. Every so often, the heart decides to shut down operations … not at the heart itself but at various old, historical weak spots, e.g. that point in the throat which was hit during Covid or flu in Jan 2020, or in the left ear, the eyes, the gut etc. … the bod has its own sense of sick humour and hits each in turn … quite a familiar experience … sorted by moving about the place on my pins.

Plus a new one … sharp pain in right and left upper arms. Wonder if that could be my excessive consumption of folic acid cookies.

Anyway, up and about now, bod falls in line again, here I am writing at you and the sky looks bleah from here (he’s a poet and don’t know it … or sommit.) All of which is to say … welcome to Sunday, foljs … normal operations are on their way by elevenses.

Hope y’all having a wunnerful Sunday so far. “Foljs”? I thought you were “folks”, not foljs” but let it be that, good foljs … which incidentally is another post item later, about typo mistales (sic) all seem to be making these days.