The penguins continue to face to their right apart from that one. A bit like Britain, possibly - the only one of the European Union countries not to sign whatever it was that about the Euro that the other 27 countries signed today. I know I ought to pay more attention to politics but it's all so depressing that I can't bear to. In addition, I've spent the evening doing my mother's Christmas cards for her and trying to dissaude her from telling me every detail she knows about the recipients - details that I already know and which make the card process five times as long. The good part of this is that I didn't have time to watch the news.
I occasionally imagine historians of the future coming across blogs like mine in cyberspace and wondering if the writers had no idea of the problems in the world. Very little mention of politics, economics, famine, war... did these people live in a bubble of contentment, cats, patchwork and flowers? they would ask themselves. So just in case you're reading this in 200 years (hello! - have you invented non-fattening chocolate yet?) - alas, we do know about these things. We just don't like to dwell on them.
That Galaxy chocolate was memorably good, Daughter 2. It had soft toffee in the middle of it. And I'm sure it was packed with vitamins and flavenoids and anti-oxidants too. It was definitely the best thing to happen today.
This has been one of those days when it's hard to achieve anything. (Most of my days are like this at the moment.) It's not my mother's fault, but somehow her doings take up a lot of my time. Today, for example, I checked her flat, phoned her doctor, went to the surgery to collect a prescription, was given the wrong one, went back again, was given the right one, took it to the pharmacy, waited 20 minutes, was given only some of the medicine because they'd forgotten about the other part, took Mum to the hairdresser, collected her, phoned her burglar alarm chap, received a phone call from him arranging when he's going to fit a new burglar alarm, phoned her bank to try to persuade it to send her new cheque book, was visited by the council removing the bath board, cushion and mattress cover that she doesn't want... not to mention the preparation of various meals and cups of tea and coffee and the discussions about Christmas cards, Christmas letters, change of address announcements, the state of the world, the state of her innards...
These are some of the reasons why I haven't made a patchwork quilt recently. Or at all.
And they're some of the reasons why I'm blogging. It's nice to make contact with the rest of the world, or at least a select portion of it that writes about cats, dogs, gardens and smiley things.