dullness

I deleted my Facebook account. It all got a bit dull, what with the waiting for pages to load so I could see adverts; and the endless notifications that someone else had received a message from someone I'd never heard of. The only thing left that was interesting about it was looking at other people's photographs, and I have flickr for that already.

This entry is dull.

I am going to have macaroni cheese for tea. And wine. Not whine. The whine is above. To marginally relieve the dullness, here is a joke:

What did the grape say when the elephant sat on it?

Nothing, it just gave a little wine.

Heh.

days when I ain't spotty

I am feeling a bit sorry for the person who found this blog by searching 'January 2008 reasons to be cheerful'. I know that feeling. I have been there done that.

It would be too obvious to suggest getting an ukulele (though...)

Might I suggest cooking something for yourself from a recipe: perhaps a nice healthy soup, or if that isn't your idea of cheering yourself up (I am strangely cheered by health food, particularly after a week of debauched living such as we have mostly all just had) something with a lot of saturated fat in it. Cheese straws, for instance (more fat than flour!).

Further to the soup/cheese straws I suggest spending at least an hour on the phone to someone nice.

Failing all the above, I find a bloody good cry works wonders, or at least aids restful sleep.

PS I have no idea why I suddenly started posting, either, but suspect that the holiday may be the key. Here's hoping for a better term than the last one. That would indeed be a reason for cheer.

simple pleasures (6)

A glass of wine makes everything more civilised, everyone slightly more relaxed. I prefer my wine white and very cold in the summer, red and reasonably light in the winter.

I used to drink a lot of wine. There was a time when drinking a bottle or more a night was not unusual, and I was still able to get out of bed in the morning and go to work*. Nowadays I rarely drink more than a glass a night, and have a hangover if I have more than two. I am informed by my Mother that this is a result of my advancing years, but when I mentioned it to Little Friend Susan the other day her retort was 'Well, obviously you need more practise'. Perhaps she is right.

* frequently in an exceptionally bad mood, though admittedly this had little to do with wine.