I wonder why laptops are usually black or grey or silver.

I would like mine to be blue,

Do you think I could have it spray painted?

Similarly why are raincoats beige? I’d like one in blue and red stripes but please don’t make it the Union Jack as a shan’t feel safe going out in that.

Nationalism, fascism,war and civil war.

It’s not very amusing at the moment is it?

Why can’t we have civil love?

Why can’t we have civil arguments?

Why can’t we listen to each other?

We have our neurotic defense mechanisms which is Which actually make us selectively deaf or .blind

This is quite worrying how different people perceptions are of an event.

Recently I have some visits from a physiotherapist. The first time he came he said I will not give you any exercises to do because walking about the house and up the stairs is enough exercise for you. With certain conditions too much exercise is worse than too little.

When he came the second time he said, you told me last week that you don’t want to do any exercises

I was very surprised that he had a memory so different from mine. And this is a non-contentious topic.

No wonder there are wars.

I didn’t argue with him because I could not see any purpose in it but I was very interested that he had such a different recollection of what was said the previous time.

However he did say that they were amazed at what I have achieved

I hope that if I see him again he will not say

I tell you that we were very disappointed in your lack of progress m

This is quite possible so in future I shall write down everything such people say to me. Even then they may not believe it.

Fortunately the man who came to put a handrail in my porch remembered exactly what I wanted.

This brings me to the final defense

Selective inattention

Beware

The least men are the kindest to the weak

The driver of the bus lives far away
His home is mobile,but not smart like our phones
He lives in a small caravan, he says
Yet of all the drivers he’s the one.

He always waits till I ,crippled, sit down
Advised me to sit until he stops
He has a smile and rarely makes a frown
Though sometimes in his words some anger’s wrapped.

Alas, he unsurprisingly believes
That all the money goes to foreign folk
By the tabloid press he is deceived
Yet due to pain, his hidden fires must smoke

The least men are the kindest to the weak
Believe me,I know well what I here speak