drunk wasp

There is no great wish to proceed with things and much time is spent just resting. There is a sense of dissatisfaction with everything. And remember the computer that said " its not my fault". Well, it is not.

The day is spent being quiet, being furtive. Going for a quiet coffee in an old persons cafe. And then return home tired. There is nobody to talk to and nothing that would be a pleasure doing.

Things have gone bad again. Add to this the depressions that come with increasing age  and the whole situation is difficult.

Brought a picture to an amateur show today, they will probably throw it out. Amateur jurys judging will probably want to see what is expected.

Afterwards, went to the pub for a drink, what else. Sat outside, watching a wasp on its business. The stupid insect fell into the glass, and was swimming yellow and black striped in the yellow liquid. Fish the insect out with a strip torn off the beermat and watch it crawl about. It appears to be tipsy. It crawls across the table and onto an ashtray. It makes two circuits of the ashtrays rim. Then it stops to preen itself.

The insect is pissed.

Watch it a while longer, until it flies away, quite unsteadily.

That was the good turn for the day.