..pottering. Head of House will be working all through the Bank Holiday weekend – doing his bit to keep the NHS on the straight and narrow. FOW2 is revising and recovering from a heavy cold so she is quite useless when it comes to entertaining me so I will be sorting myself out.
I did resolve to use the time wisely and I have ironed all my Spring and Summer stuff so I am ready for the heatwave when it comes. I did get a little sidetracked by Doctor Who and my DVD of the Mentalist but that’s to be expected at my time of life. Has anyone else been a bit disappointed by Doctor Who this season? I don’t know if it’s because there is yet another impossibly beautiful, swishy-haired assistant or the relentless “right-on-ness” (not a real word but you know what I mean) but I am finding the whole thing a bit annoying this series.
It is probably my age but I am watching less and less telly. Saturday night is a wasteland. Britain’s Got Talent is particularly disturbing. As I think I have probably droned on before about this before, just a couple of questions.
- When did we decide that letting people with mental illnesses (which some of these people clearly have) and children, come onto a stage to be gawped at by an audience, while a “panel” make fun of them was an acceptable way to behave?
- Exactly who decided that Alicia Dixon (whose name I only know because she blighted Strictly for couple of seasons) and a blond with artificial lips, would be the arbiters of TALENT ?
- Do I feel like this because I am now very old?
- Why am I asking you this? Why would you know?
I was reminded of my creeping old age this week when I had a lovely pot of tea out with a friend who left our church because they moved away. I was trying desperately to remember the name of the man from church who saw us about us becoming members. Try as I might, I just couldn’t think of it.
Me He’s been there a long time.
Pal Doesn’t narrow it down.
Me Grey Hair?
Pal Still not narrowing it down really
Me Seemed very nice
Me Wife wears glasses
Pal Oh right – now I know.
Me No-one likes a smart alec.
Anyway, his name came to me about 10pm that night and I texted it to her in Poole. Am only hoping that she remembered the conversation as otherwise she may be a bit frightened by the way she received a text just saying