We are having very intense days at work. Part of me is wondering why I thought it was a good idea to get back into healthcare. Part of me is becoming dynamic and calmer and practical. I seem to be quite good to have around in a crises.
We are trying to keep up our morale despite the stress at work. It is stressful. But everyone is pulling together and working hard.
Now I don’t want to be disrespectful to the authorities. It is important to listen and obey the instructions we receive at this time. It really is! Don’t panic, but do take it seriously.
But there has been a video doing the rounds. It is a comic sketch from a political sitcom popular a few year back. It is a bit funny. I think I could find it funnier if I was not so worried about the older members of my family and group of friends and colleagues – and all those who are especially vulnerable at the moment.
There’s is nothing quite like dry British comedy in a time of crisis. Wish I could laugh, but I am back at work tomorrow.
Jeff sat in his dressing room feeling depressed. Everything seemed to be going wrong in his life. In all honesty, he didn’t feel like standing on stage for half an hour to tell jokes about the POTUS. He had too much on his mind. Losing this gig was the last thing he needed. As he sulked, his feelings intensified.
Perceiving a murmur of laughter, Jeff stared out into the dimly lit seating where the audience sat. He wondered who on earth found what he had just announced as funny. “I asked her why she wanted a divorce after eight years of wedded bliss. She’s had the house all to herself for the past five years. When I’m on the comedy circuit, we don’t see each other for months, and when I am not working, I stay out late so she can have Netflix to herself and when I come home late I sleep on the sofa, so I don’t wake her up. I asked her what the hell was wrong?”
The audience laughed heartily as Jeff continued his outpouring, “Do you know what she said? She said I am selfish. Me! Selfish! She’s the one who has maxed out two of my credit cards paying for her botox injections, silicone implants and her pilates classes.”
Some of the audience were rocking backwards and forwards with laughter. Jeff looked out at them as if they were all insane, “So I’ve been driving around all week with the suitcase in the back of my car. Has anyone any suggestions about how to dispose of a body?”
Do you like stand up comedy? I will admit I am very selective when it comes to comedians and comediennes. I can’t bear unkindness or making fun of people in an insulting way. I can’t abide foul language. It is not easy to find a live comedy act that is relatively inoffensive. If I went to certain comedy shows, it would be sheer torture for me.
Goldfinch took me to see a comedian in Islington last year (it was a very rainy day) and I found myself sitting in the chair that was the furthermost point from the door. That comedy club was very tightly packed and there was no way I could make an escape – and of course, I really did want to try to like the performance for Goldfinch’s sake. That was a weird feeling – pleased as punch to be close to the man I loved, but feeling like I wanted to climb over the heads of the audience (like Crocodile Dundee in the New York subway) to escape what was making my skin crawl. I am being harsh. Some of the content was funny. But it was the rest of the content that was abysmal.
It is a very beautiful song in itself…but I wondered how many other bloggers become choked up by it because of it’s connection with a film that many say is one of their favourite all time films. “La Vida Es Bella” or “Life Is Beautiful” – the story of Guido, a Jewish Italian waiter and later bookshop owner who falls in love with Dora and fathers a son named Giosuè (Joshua).
Probably roast it along with a ton of garlic and some sage and onion and then blitz it into soup.
6) What human trait do you like the most?
But once we have fulfilled the original purpose for the earth, for it to be a paradise full of happy healthy humans…well…that is the point – we are not there yet. We need help. The earth is not looking like it should. We are all bunched up in cities where we can’t breath in pure air, or see the stars in the sky at night.
If you can’t keep a bedsit clean and tidy, why trust you with a house? Once we get our act together, and are living in a way that makes us and other creatures we share earth with thrive, maybe we will be allowed to use what we have learnt on another planet. But we are not in a fit state to be trusted with another planet right now are we!
There is a video…(Mandy’s husband’s mum has it in her possession)…of me strutting like Tina Turner in my tassel dress and an outrageous wig and belting out “River Deep Mountain High” at the top of my voice. If I were rich, that video is material they could easily use to bribe me with.
When I was very young, I used to dream about a bright blue lion that chased us and we were all hiding with our neighbour’s children from the blue lion. One by one the lion caught them. The only way I escaped is by walking upside on the ceiling and then climbing out onto the roof.
Caramel 