It was “bingate” again yesterday , there is always fall out after that, its hard to respond to dustbin resentment in an adult way, so our Defence Secretary could well have established a very clever genre, the simple “shut up and go away in a weird girls voice ,” thing is pure genius or totally witless ? But on second thoughts even by the low bar set by the marital exchanges in this beautifully run house!!!!? (starched napery for Lunch with “Company”) are perhaps totally ineffectual but there are similarities… the post truth era established by none other than Trump is ubiquitous , the museum of stuff that gets rolled is terminally dull and belongs in the playground.. But then there is the “ My conker is bigger than yours” thing Now there is a thought ! (My dad was a fighter pilot!)The Sainted One ate a four course lunch prepared by moi for some lovely friends and has the vapours today because I went to bed and watched the Durrells and he didn’t fancy the cold cuts and ha to make himself some tomato soup. One for the Me too campaign all this is learned behaviour, pursue your endeavours save up enough to buy a family house give up a carreer to do the two for the price of one thing , get your open university thing learn to fly and to love spiders you will always be a second class person who should make the tomato soup . It is systemic , it is bewildering , I see it all over the place … basically marriage is the institution that enables it the levelling of half the population to the lowest aspirations of human achievement … nothing you do rates in the married state ladies believe me.
This week it is prick in the eyeball for me at St Thomas’s hospital , I still can’t see well enough to read the small print in the bible for example, it is actually a work full of wisdom and some of it accords well with my non Christian mood at the moment. I would like to smite some of “mine” enemies particularly the ones who put their Puppy in the overhead locker on a plane and let it die as it fought for breath barking and struggling to get out .. The Times should not print these things without names and addresses, I would have “smote” these morons instead I harbour rancour and anger which is a bad thing. It’s not the only thing that I put the names of vexatious people in a jam jar in the deep freeze. I wish them no lasting damage, of course just poetic justice. One of them broke a leg last week which curtailed some really noxious behaviour. Job done they have been taken out for a bit!!!