Month: June 2016

The E.U. Referendum

 The Day I stray from the light-hearted

When I woke up this morning,  the result of the E.U. Referendum was on my mind.

Later,  when I heard the news of the people’s vote,  I was saddened, but not too surprised, after all, some of the posts  on social media last night proved how ill-informed some of the electorate are. The only issue on the minds of many was immigration and they saw no further. However, I had hoped that enough of us would vote in favour of remaining in the E.U.

In reality, most people were ill equipped to make such a momentous decision, so they made their choices based on what they feared the most, Foreigners! And now we pay the price. We should never have been asked to choose, the issues at stake were far too important to leave to the masses and I fear the consequences of their actions and of what the future may hold. It’s done, but hardly dusted and I am worried, and not least because we have a divided country and the anger and hatred that this referendum created will remain with us for a long time to come.

Clever Marketing

The Day I’m easily persuaded!

Wine cheese and brie 4Friday morning and for once I’m awake at a reasonable hour instead of the crack of dawn, but as I sit here in my bed with the iPad propped up on my knees, coffee in one hand and fingers typing with the other, I can’t help but be surprised at how refreshed I feel, and especially when I consider the amount of wine I quaffed last night.

I hadn’t planned on buying wine, but a quick visit to M and S food hall to buy vegetables, (I was passing the door) soon turned into an exercise on how easy it is to be lured by clever marketing, with displays of food strategically positioned to tempt the easily tempted.

The sight and aroma of the delicious array of freshly baked bread, positioned at the side of an impressive and equally alluring display of wine,  persuaded me that I needed both, and before I knew it, bread and wine were in my basket. Spotting the row of delectable cheeses on my way to the checkout, completed the triad of items that definitely weren’t on my shopping list.

The wine, M and S house red, was actually quite good, as was the bread and French Brie which were heartily enjoyed during the evening. It is only later that I remember I’m supposed to be adopting a healthier lifestyle; Oops, second time this week I’ve slipped up and ‘fallen off the wagon’ as they say, although technically speaking, I consumed the other bottle on Saturday and that was last week!

I’m an Obsessive Addict

The Day I Quote from a Dictionary

I think of myself as a creature of habit.  However, unless, (according to the dictionary) I’ve suddenly grown a thick furry covering  (Mm… questionable!) I can’t be a ‘creature’. Definition – a nonhuman! So there we have it, I’m not a creature, unless, of course, I’m not human! Dictionaries 2

Perhaps we should start again – I think of myself as a person of habit, I need a routine, a structure, which is somewhat surprising considering the totally random thoughts that go on in my head. So, on to the definition of the word habit and  I focus on these two, obsession and addiction.  Really… ?  That’s it then, I’m an obsessive addict!

Okay, what do I do that is so obsessional and addictive? Probably best not go into all of them, but we could start with coffee. The first thing I do when I wake up, after hobbling (walk with difficulty) to the bathroom, is switch on the coffee machine, which, incidentally, is the best ever gift from the eldest. I climb back into my bed, which is by now calling to me, (I swear it talks to me) and I savour (appreciate and relish) my cup of café au lait from a little pod,  and nothing, not man nor beast could persuade me to deviate from this lusciously, customary routine. Oh I do love retirement!