There is room for more strangeness and change.

Nor 9, 2015

Tablet borne sleep,' well Bertie', or some such. Then there is rest for the wicked after all.,. Waken to the sound of the son on his way to school, it is half past seven in the morning. The mask is delivering unerringly the fresh dry air to the nostrils, and the breathing is easy.

Get up, do those bathroom things, check the wound on the hand. Small swelling, nothing to worry about. The thought that more tendons might have been cut, horror.....

Oh, forget that.

Stay at home until all of this heals, and do positive things with the extra time. A strange gift, a strange warning.

Make the morning coffee, strong cup, big machine. Take the ELOTRIn-Pill, and wonder, is it responsible for all this extra energy, good humour.

Nobody understands, and it all may just be a side effect of all the damage that is being done elsewhere.

And enjoy-.

Two hours later, three cups, second pot. Look up parcel insurance, a sale in china. Private, an item long unused.

Sold from the living room, no talking to the customer. A strange and different world to the one we grew up in.

And-

There is room for more strangeness and change.