Last odd early tomorrow and to add to my misery I now have a cold. This is entirely due to the restricted whisky intake imposed by having to be sober in the morning.
Could it get worse? Mains powerr is flickering, sometimes dropping me out of the internet altogether and needing a router reboot to get it going again.
Then, I see the Scottish Nannying Puritans have stolen an idea from Panoptica. When you are born, who you are born to is irrelevant. The State allocates your parent. This prevents favouritism, foirces diversity and leaves a few spare ones for the darker pleasures of the elite.
Is that what Oily Al has in mind? Doesn’t matter. It’s an accusation he has now left himself wide open to dealing with.
Okay. I am out of here before the power goes off again. Also I must try to sleep while coughing hard enough to run a fracking operation and with a nose that runs to Olympic standards and which seems determined to raise sea levels all on its own.
Bah. It’s years since I last had a cold. Now I remember why.