I see that there’s been a 38% increase in the number of civil servants taking time off for so-called mental such as stress

Suppose I am a civil servant being given ever increasing amounts of work in a country with low morale and many people are suffering from the effects of covid etc etc etc is it fair to label these people as mentally ill or would it be kinder and more realistic to say that a great number of people in many jobs now are being asked to do more work than is normal or sensible so tje load is too heavy for anybody except a single person with a schizoid disposition and no interest or hobbies who is looking for something to fill in their empty days. I’m sure he’s grateful for being overworked. And he will enjoy the extra money that he got if he was paid for overtime which is strictly speaking

If you get a headache every time you want more than 6 hours a day you have to consider wheather you are just weak and feeble so I can migraine when you spend all that time calculating peoples income tax or whether they’re doing that kind of highly focused work need some limit on its time whereas if you were drawing cartoons which I have never done but if you were a drawing cartoons I can imagine you could do it for 12 hours a day if someone brought you some nice meals.

Not allcwork can be compared.

Would you rather be a butcher or teach calculus in a comprehensive School?

Would you like to be a surgeon orvmow the Lord outside the Civic Center?

Keep singing back to me, my sweetheart
Don’t leave me all alone.
Come back to me,my darling
I can’t believe you’ve gone.
I’m crying ‘cos I’m feeling blue again.
I’m crying’ cos I’m falling like a stone.

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Oh, let me tempt you with my beauty
And my voice forever young.
Let me tempt you with my spirit
My laughter and my songs.
I’m crying ‘cos I never did you wrong.
I’m crying ‘cos with you I did belong.

I thought maybe I’d follow,
To see where you have gone
But there’s a hand upon this tiller
That is not mine alone.
I’m crying ‘cos I wrote this old blue song.
I’m crying ‘cos we’ve been apart too long.

The hand upon the tiller
The mystery of the dark
The unknown one who lives in me
And sings to leave their mark
Singing ‘cos I wrote you a new song.
Singing ‘cos with music all belong.

I wish we were in Clitheroe again

The Ribble and the Hodder meeting near

The generous food, the walks without a plan.

The Ribble valley is the finest here.

I wish we were together now and then

Should marriage do away with other friends?

If you decided where I could say when

Then the dove to us its peace would lend

In our childhood we don’t think of ends

Every day is infinite in joy

And we hide the toys that we can’t mend

You , every infant every girl and boy

I like to be in Bowland Forest now.

Be my guest and be my ghost somehow

Get on with mathematics

So why do we use letters in algebra?

Numbers have no phones.

What would happen if parallel lines met,?

Trains would crash

What is the square root of minus 1,?

I didn’t even know numbers had any roots square or circular.

How many degrees are there in a right angle?

I thought you got degrees at Uni .

I don’t understand what this right angle is.

It means Looking at the world in the best possible way.

What is trigonometry for?

Measuring triggers.

What is topology?

The height of wisdom

Why do we need numbers?

It takes two to tango.

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