Why do we do it?

Every time I go to a restaurant I wish I had stayed home. They're always noisy and crowded, the food mediocre and the hygiene standards don't bear thinking about.

This morning I took myself off to a restaurant in Hornsby mall, located between a recent fatal stabbing and a police shooting. I sat on the balcony and was nearly blown away by a gale, which knocked most things off the tables.

The service was atrocious, the sandwich pretty ordinary and the coffee came first, before the sandwich arrived. And I nearly froze to death.

Nobody to blame but myself. The moral of the story is:
EAT AT HOME!

I should have been a cat

For years and years I had trouble sleeping, now, since a change of medication, just the opposite. I sleep an average of 11 hours a night and, whenever I can, sleep during the day as well. At the ripe old age of 73, I still haven't worked out how to live!

Sometimes I think it's because I do so much that I'm always tired. I don't know whether to just let myself sleep, or try to force myself to stay awake and keep going.

Recently I've been rivetted (riveted ?) to Radio 4 every night, with all the shenanigans in UK, and now, with yesterday's election here in Australia, we've got our own! Goodness me, politicians need to be thick-skinned! Why would anybody take it on?

Winifred, it would be so nice if you could pop in and try some of my homemade bread with a cuppa. You, too, Frank.

I now have a new computer, as the old one was wearing out. Philip has transferred my files over. He's magnified both the ordinary monitor and the big one I have, as my eye sight ain't what it used to be. My TV gave up the ghost, too, a couple of days ago and yesterday he bought me a new one and installed it for me. I'm still fighting a losing battle with emails - today's total is 2,843. (That's just the ordinary ones - not counting the social ones or the other ones, the name of which escapes me.)