Who would have thought that the answer to the world pandemic was just sitting there in the kitchen cupboard under the sink? Thanks to the most stable genius taking a break from his Florida golf course, we now know that the message was staring us in the face all of the time… KILLS ALL KNOWN GERMS DEAD!
Until we speak again, I suggest there is a ready and waiting cohort of people well suited to an immediate trial… it is more usually referred to as Trump’s base. WARNING: If you are not a part of this clearly defined population, do not try this at home, or anywhere else, in any form!
It has reeked havoc across the world, causing people across all nations to recoil in horror at its devastating effect. The search for a vaccine must remain of paramount importance, and socially distancing ourselves from its ability to stifle our attempts to even breath, let alone contemplate any rational thought, must be sustained for many months to come.
Until we speak again, an end is within our grasp… put your faith in less than 100,000 people across 5 key states, and the Trumpvirus that has narcissistically undermined western democracy for over 3 years can be finally overcome in November 2020!
And there was me thinking that was the name of a famous old shipyard in Wallsend, Newcastle-upon-Tyne. But, here we are in our own private lockdown situations, left to observe the animal kingdom going about their ways with little care for human interference. Who would have known that a worldwide pandemic would have such silver linings?
Until we speak again, I’m sure Juno would have been impressed by the shear ambition, if not by the inherent impracticability!
“You humans do like to convolute your language. How are you getting on with your self-isolating, eh? Some things just come natural to those of us who live uncomplicated lives. If you do manage to perfect your walking-on-water technique, you still need to keep your 2 metres distance, okay!”
Taking the daily exercise walk in my local area I am pleased to report another busy ‘corona day’ down CardiffBay…
Until we speak again, congratulations to the masses heeding the dire warnings, and stay safe, keep well! As for the small minority of mindless morons… did you know you’re cultivating careers as serial killers… stay home!
So, you think you’re having problems trying to get flying, with all of this pandemic stuff going on? Stay grounded, they said, in the jargon of psychobabble. Well, you try taking off with this thing strapped to your legs!
Until we speak again, stay safe and well. The option of flight is a luxury many can return to at a later date. For some, it’s just what we do!
In these strange dystopian times we all find ourselves entering, it is good to see that the traditions of good old British queueing have not been entirely lost!
But, on a less than typical (or, is this the new typical?) Saturday afternoon down at Cardiff Bay, it looks like there might be quite a long wait for any transport…
Even up the flow, at Cool Cat Central, the wait goes on as there is no sign of passing traffic anytime soon…
It is a sad indictment on society that we have to have a day of recognition of 50+% of the population; but sadly the world is still very much dominated by misogynist attitudes, and you just have to look to some of the leaders in the western world to see there is a long way to go.
I wish a happy International Women’s Day to all my relevant readers, and would like to take this opportunity to say I have learned so much from the women in my life, even those where we had our differences of opinion… you will never know just how much I learned from all of those experiences. Utmost respect.
Until we speak again, this is a good day for me to reflect back on just how much I learned from two special cats that were in my life… Juno, after who this whole blog is named, had a very special way of communicating unconditional love; while poor Bella suffered a series of serious health issues during her brief stay here, and she had a unique way of testing my patience!
[Special acknowledgement to RisaRodil.com for the card image]
It’s that frequently annoying situation. Your train arrives in the station on time, only to find your connection is cancelled with a two hour wait for the next service.
When in Salisbury next, I suggest you hope for such a situation! 5 minutes walk brings you to the fabulous Lebaneserestaurant of Baroushka…
This is a place where a leisurely approach to lunch is required; maybe even absolutely demanded…
A starter of grilledhalloumi with a rocketsalad accompaniment was the perfect balance of baked exterior with a delicately soft cheese interior. Looking like perfectly toasted slices of bread this provided a light appetizer…
The main course of pear glazed duck breast on a bed of cous cous withanorangesalad provided a delightful range of contrasting tastes and textures. Even the designs of plate and table cloth add to the overall welcome sensual assault, to remind you that relaxation need not be a mindless exercise…
A TurkishCoffee came with a range of ethnic paraphernalia, including a cube of TurkishDelight…
The SpicedGingerBeer was a further addition to the assault on the taste buds. Is this placed licensed? You bet, with an extensive range of beers, wines and cocktails. But this is lunch, right… and some of us have yet to navigate the dysfunctions of the privatised rail system with a clear head!
Until we speak again, apologies to any readers stranded by rail cancellations elsewhere… you really are in the wrong place.