Saturday, 9 April 2022

The long dark tea-time of the soul day 28.

Friday.
Kev had to take his doctor's note to work. I was going to go with him but I decided he could get there and back easier without me, so I stayed here. I had my call button on hand if I needed any help in an emergency, but it wasn't needed. 
I put a class on and watched that rather than tv and got a couple of pages finished. 
I'm enjoying my new Rivers of London book on my kindle, Aaronovitch has many imitators out there, but you can't beat his subtle humour or his attention to detail. 
I was watching a programme about how girls feel pressured to use filters on the photos from an early age. You do see it an awful lot, even on my friends list there are a few who obviously alter photos. I did try it too, but I think it's too obvious and why bother? If people don't like me because of the way I look, they are the shallow ones not me. I'm 58 years old for Gods sake, I look ok for my age without filters and basically I couldn't give a fetid dingoes kidney what anyone else is doing. Maybe girls these days need to look deeper and stop altering their photos because eventually they'll get seen in real life and you can't polish a turd to put it bluntly. Most look better in real life in any case. They probably have no more pressure than we did growing up, but this generation are obsessed with having "problems" we didn't analyse it so much perhaps. 

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