The laptop is so slow it is making me feel annoyed and my food was horrible as well.I went into Waterstones and with my shopping bag etc managedto knock a pile of books off a table.Upstairs I saw an assistant and another small table with far too much projecting off it [ it was round unlike the books] so I said,

Do you know what is going to happen to these books?

Then i walked forward with bag and stick and they all fell off as I stalked away in a queenly fashion.I get angry as they have no lift and it is really hard for me to get up there…. plus they no longer have a chair downstairs.Then I missed two buses so got home late.As I have no husband waiting at least I am not worrying.I spent half the day sorting out cables and cardboard and charging things up… it’s   really stupid…what a wet day too.I got my hair cut at a very expensive place and found one side was longer than the other so had to  go to my usual one and ask them to sort it out with the result I look like a Jewish lady before she puts on her wig.In fact I am thinking of buying a wig in Stamford Hill.Think how warm it will be and  maybe easier to wash.After all  one can only spend so much time on the  hair and  men  don’t need to worry.

I am so fed up with this computer I can understand people  hitting them.It’s not even got many programmes on it.It’s as if it has got arthritis like me.

Someone has asked me if ‘d get married again.I don’t think they understand what I am  like.. no longer willing to adapt to others  every whim.

My washing machine needs a new rubber door sealer.But it’s cheaper to buy a new machine which I have done by  phone.I have not seen it but the man knows me.It has a 20 minute wash….for things that are not really dirty… well i only wash my clothes when they  turn black and smell like a cat.. probably because Alfred snuggles so much.I tell myself it’s ok but after sweeping some crumbs off a red rug with my hairbrush and brushing my hair you can imagine my witch like appearance…it got the crumbs  up well but it took ages getting the red fluff off my head.Mind you t one time I’d never have noticed.

I found a video of me humming and it sounds like  wind instrument.My husband thought it was.. he was in the hall.Might that be a good thing?

No emoting here.Be more affectless daily.

No dating in the city nor affection either.

No  visions of hell  promulgated here

No flying angels by order.

No thinking between 7 am and 10 pm except Sundays.

No  feeling while alive.

No sex in public except for cats and dogs.And horses.

Lying allowed all day in the Council Chamber.

No statistics can be collected without a permit.

No permits allowed.

No reflecting except in water.

Please powder your nose at home.We are  toilet paupers.

Do not apply rouge to your behind.Let it speak for itself.

Men’s trousers must not  be worn at half mast except in a gale.

Cats must not snore  unless dead.

Drastic punishment awaits all who are unruly.

These are the rules.

Be ruly ,please.Otherwise you are unruly as there is no grey here.

Boundaries are real yet invisible.Howzat?

 

 

Drastically weary of reading!

drastic (adj.)

1690s, originally medical, “forceful, vigorous, especially in effect on bowels,” from Greek drastikos “effective, efficacious; active, violent,” from drasteon “(thing) to be done,” fromdran “to do, act, perform.” Sense of “extreme, severe” is first recorded 1808. Related: Drastically.

 

Oxford Advanced Learners’ Dictionary

Drastic weather  in the UK this week

My lover stole my comb because

My golden hair too ruly was.

He sometimes brushed it with his chin;

And so our life of  love began.

 

He swept the floor with my  hairbrush.

So more tangled and more lush

My locks became and that pleased him.

As  it tempted us to sin.

 

Unruly were his passions once

As on his knee  I was ensconced.

But later ,he preferred the cat.

Even as she she scratched and spat.

 

I see now  he preferred  furred beasts.

And met them on his nightly trysts.

I should not have cut off my hair.

Nor made it ruly and less fair.

 

I dyed it to a shade of red

Far too fierce for my dear head.

I dyed it green like apples fair

And I forgot that he would care.

 

Now it’s golden like a  crown

And in ringlets it does fall down.

Alas it is too late,I know.

For he is dead and lies below.

 

I should have heeded his advice

Never be too kind nor wise.

Hide your  eloquence so great.

And always make your courtiers wait.

 

Unfortunately I was entranced

Watching   numbers so advanced;

Infinities of different size

So no ruliness presides.

 

Yet our own lives are finite.

A few brief hours of gold sunlight.

A few of those  by lovers ruled;

Precious days   each full of jewels

 

When we descend into  the night

Blackness rules and we can’t fight.

So the ruly come to dust.

Even when they passed their tests.

 

And the unruly also die.

With the worms the gold locks lie.

Wedding rings and jewellery

Are of no more use to me.

 

 

Yes, the unruly also die..

Though they may have felt more joy.

Not compelled to obey all,

They don’t complain when dark night falls.

 

Oh,my apple, I still care;

I still love you,my own dear.

I think of you and never rue

The love that was twixt you and me.

 

 

In my dreams we danced again

Music played and  love outran

All the numbers in my books.

Infinite were our loving looks.

 

Aleph null and aleph one,

By the Hebrews naming done.

No doubt God knows the full gist.

How  we sang and  dance and kissed.

 

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