Nine Feet Underground

Let's start this post without banging on about work, instead, I must record the fact that it's a very sunny day and I'm off to the shops early to get milk and bread. Walking in the sun is a good way to start the day and my expedition involves posting a birthday card to my big sister.  The local Morrisons is a hive of activity whilst I take a bit of time accidentally picking up chocolate and sour sweets.  Accidents will happen if you search long enough. Q and I are off out tonight to see Sara Pascoe at the Liverpool  Philharmonic, preceded by a meal at The Philharmonic Dining Rooms which is more or less diagonally opposite. It is officially a date night, so I'm putting on 'brainwaves' to brighten things up. We both ended up having steak, mine accompanied by a glass of red wine as I wasn't driving (thank you Q) and, in my case at least, a full three-course meal.  As I'd previously declared I was lactose-intolerant, they wouldn't let me have the dessert...

Usual Tuesday shenanigans, enlivened only by a trip to the pharmacy to collect meds for me and my wife. 'Enlivened' indeed! Not much else to say about the day, as all the usual working day things apply. A few fun conversations through the day before and after making dinner with son #2 (to be fair, he did most of it!) before eating it while watching Frankie Boyle travelling around Scotland. Conversation, catching up with the newspaper backlog, followed by attempted sleep. Fatima Mansions / 'Wilderness On Time ' / 'Against Nature'   [[]]

[Friday 2nd November 2018] Despite best efforts to resist the encroaching darkness it still find its way in through the cracks and spaces that cannot be filled.  [Post title is a quote from page 55 of 'Endgame' by Samuel Beckett]