Did you know that a full bladder makes your blood pressure rise? I expect it’s the strain of not wetting yourself.Wish we were animals so we  could just do it anywhere we liked.
And excitement makes  BP go up.It seems lying in a bath all day and peeing into the water might cure your high blood pressure, but what is the point if you can’t lead a normal life?
It’s like my handbag.What with GTN, aspirin and  kleenex.Keys,purse, 3 mobile phones,camera and  lipstick,mobile phone charger,tape measure,scissors and nail  file I  can hardly lift it up.And luckily I can’t put  mascara on owing to my vision,so  that cuts it down a bit.At least now we can leave the photo album at home.
Anyway going back to BP , don’t drink much.You see blood is mainly water and  a full  bladder is bad for BP… so don’t drink.You can lick your lips but that’s it.And the cure for most other ills is death.
Strange isn’t it? Would they let you go on the NHS? My husband died in A and E so  he was not registered as being in the hospital A and E is like Purgatory.
It’ s neither heaven nor hell but maybe a bit like both of them.I wish they made better tea.And gave  wives food when they were with a dying husband.Mind you, they gave him a good meal one hour before he died.If it had not been fish /i would have eaten it myself.
It’s the eyes on dead fish I don’t like.And they lie there so vulnerable with no legs to run away and no eye lids either.And their skin is very thin.Why God made them like that is hard for me to guess.Not to mention  why the Holocaust, the British Empire, Donald Trump and sago pudding with no jam and   ball point pens.It’s a funny world, isn’t it ?

Did you see that coats with very long sleeves are in fashion?I mean,like 18 inches too long!And then Victoria Beckham wa wearing a coat massively too big and I thought, “what luck.”
You see I bought a coat online and it is enormous.I was going to send it back but I see  I must wear it.The problem is I live in a pretty ordinary area where people won;t know about trends.So they will think I am crackers!
Unless I wear it with beige or light pink leggings and a crop top… and leave the oat undone.Otherwise I might be searched by the police in case someone from Europe is hiding inside it trying to get into  some place forbidden except to  Brits!
Let’s hope they don’t do some of the things we read about.I mean I am quite big but my sexual organs are not large enough to hide even a thin model who   is seeking asylum.If this goes on I’ll be in the asylum.It shows us how sinful  we really are, wearing over sized coats while people are having to listen to Mr Trump  and follow his tweets.
I mean,I could hardly believe all these politicians tweeting at 3 am.Why are they not with beautiful creatures like cats and dogs.Sharing their bed…I]Or even a teddy bear.It makes you think.Well I’d like to think but my mind is blank
We used to look up to some political leaders  but now Mrs Netanyahu is being tried for  not making the right sort of cake  for her husband.It’s very important, you know.A man needs cake every day otherwise he’ll go blind.Thinks…. is this the answer? Lack of cake.I know you can buy them but you don’t get to lick the bowl.I don’t know where I’d be if I hadn’t licked the bowl on Saturdays
I must be losing weight,my watch is too loose.It’s not trendy to wear a watch but when you keep your phone up your knicker leg  a watch seems a good idea.Where can you buy those knickers with pockets? They were really handy.I used to love threading elastic round the legs  with a safety pin.And to think if it were now I’d be on my IPad watching  Open University lectures on You Tube.
I am puzzled about how people afford iPads.Maybe my pension is smaller tham I imagined.Would you pay £700 for an iPhone? You could have bought a house for that when I was young.
It’s chick pea curry tonight.With pasta not rice.I am so contrary,I have fried bread every day and  ~I even buy it ready fried with mashed potato in the Supermarket.That makes me blink

The sun umbrella keeps the washing  dry
As dark clouds weep  onto this angry isle
The garden’s still and no birds want to fly

The summer sinks and autumn  enters wry.
The media  are full of truth and bile
The sun umbrella keeps the washing  dry

I sit and look and do not want to sigh
For there is beauty of another style
The garden’s still and no birds seem to fly

When bad things happen, people wonder why
Yet we are humans evil  hearts beguile.
The sun umbrella keeps the washing  dry

In  our temptations, envy seems to grow
Yet those we watch  may suffer even more.
The garden’s still and no birds seem to fly

The rules that kept us social have expired
And so we rage at others in our trial.
The sun umbrella keeps the powder  dry.
The gardens  dead  and no birds ever fly

Imagination and opinion are pre-eminently to be classed among the things which are within our power. There is a familiar adage: If we can’t get what we like, we must like what we have. The Stoics held the same view, though on a somewhat higher plane. Instead of lamenting because we cannot change our lot, let us learn to love it. Happiness and unhappiness are, to a great extent, matters of imagination and opinion. (Baudouin & Lestchinsky, 1924, p. 45)

” The following lines, written by Seneca, seem to be drawn from a modern treatise on psychotherapy: “Beware of aggravating your troubles yourself and of making your position worse by your complaints. Grief is light when opinion does not exaggerate it; and if one encourages one’s self by saying, ‘This is nothing,’ or, at least, ‘This is slight; let us try to endure it, for it will end,’ one makes one’s grief slight by reason of believing it such.” And, further: “One is only unfortunate in proportion as one believes one’s self so.”

Paul Dubois