A very tired nurse walks into a bank, totally exhausted after an 18-hour shift.
Preparing to write a cheque, she pulls a rectal thermometer out of her purse and tries to write with it.
When she realizes her mistake, she looks at the flabbergasted teller, and without missing a beat, she says:
'Well, that's great . . . that's just great . . . Some arsehole's got my pen
Good Evening; Here we are in “Summertime” and its going to pour down tonight. Today has been warm 28C, and muggy, but tomorrow only 14C max.! I’m hoping for a thunderstorm; conditions are just about right.
New cases up slightly again yesterday, but even though the number goes up a bit each day, a “moving average” is reported as going down and is “on track”
I’m lost! “Old Maths” must be obsolete.
You’re obviously all “with it” and aware that we are now 10 hours ahead.! Until the end of the month, that is, when you go backwards! Thankfully some of the electronic devices do it themselves, but others are a pain!
I wonder if this Covid thing is beginning to have some effect on GN messaging!? Not surprising if it is, but several threads start up and then peter out just when a healthy debate seems promising, for no apparent reason. Nothing like a bit of an argument to shake things up!
Our Zoom meeting this morning was very civilised as usual, 13 ladies, 2 gents; maybe the key is the ability to see “body language” which is always very good, I hasten to add, and helps to avoid any misunderstandings!
Must go!
Good Health
OoRoo
Estranged Son and Future Granddaughter
To think that London, or anywhere else for that matter, does not belong to any one demographic