I am upbraided for failing to source a certain type of pasta, or break down under questioning about my 'strange choice" of flavoured yoghurt . | Reuters
How's it going then? Yep, the same here - more than a touch of cabin fever, plus the full gamut of mood swings from irritatingly cheerful to full-on morose. For instance, why is it that some days will fly-by - then the next basic 24 hours takes an eternity to complete, and furthermore if you are anything like me - you just can't settle. Yes, that's it, my mind is all over the place leaping from one subject to another and then back again within moments. You would think that - as I enjoy reading, I would be devouring books at a rate of knots at the moment wouldn't you? Well, no actually and it's not for the want of trying, but at the last count, I have four books on-the-go' and I can't get into any of them. From Bruce Forsyth's 20 year old showbiz autobiography to a much lauded, modern classic, written by Sebastian Faulks - via a huge (in terms of pages!) blockbuster novel - that alas, has been cobbled together with the assistance of a group of deeply unimaginative stenographers, it's just not happening for me. It is the same with watching the television; I am constantly distracted by nothing in particular -just the average awfulness of free-to-air television until way past my bedtime, which I have to confess, varies from 8pm on a bad night - to 9.30pm on a good night. Indeed, what would I do without Netflix and my local Co-operative stores Romanian Shiraz that refuses to drink itself?