Our contemporary era of solipsistic self-regard has got me too. Cataloguing the minutiae of my life, for nobody much besides myself. So far, so whatever. But will it all just fizzle out? Of course it will, eventually.
Meanwhile, bacon butty lunch, whilst watching snooker, with Chester over-grooming the base his tale into baldness.
The snooker is a marathon 35 framer, from 2011, ‘twixt John Higgins and a very young Judd Trump. Trump’s hair is a bit Indie/Emo! I doubt I’ll watch it all. Certainly not in one go! But it is relaxing. Hence the viewing.
Admiral paid out, finally, yesterday, on my car crash claim. I need to find ways of getting about to buy a new car. Got my eye on a Nissan Qashqai. Just need wheels to go look at wheels!
After my butties, and the nice hot cuppa I’m nursing now, that’s my primary task: get a new car! After, or as well as that… more selling of music gear; getting back out working; looking into money-saving schemes.