Normally around this time B, Weedy and I head off to Israel to stay with my in-laws – get a bit of sun – and laugh at the misfortunes of those left back home.
I’m reminded of a classic line from Bob Monkhouse – he said “Everyone laughed at me when I told them I was going to be a comedian – HA! They’re not laughing now!”
And nobody’s laughing here either. Not least because the schools are closed and I am home alone “entertaining” my son and his friend. Reminds me of another line – “Come over, I’m entertaining this Xmas?” To which I reply, “Listen darling, you have never been entertaining!”
Hi B, You just relax - don't worry about me!
But my family (sans moi) are due to fly out on Wednesday from Heathrow for the best part of 2 weeks. Maybe I shouldn’t say the “best” part – only land me in trouble – but who knows if they’ll get away?
I have plans y’see. They involve a fair amount of lie-ins plus a number of eat-outs – out of the kindness of family and friends – and right now these plans – especially the lie-ins bit are potentially up in the air.
Lie-ins up in the air are somewhat hazardous, by the way, especially for one with vertigo.
Obviously if they don’t get away AND I do get the call, then it will have been a fated blessing – but I am back to believing that the call is not going to happen in the near future – it’s hard y’know, keeping myself in a constant state of anticipation, expectation, trepidation etc so sometimes I just put it out of my mind – until I realise I have to write a blog called Chopped Liver.
Now there… are 3…. steps to… carry a donor card – ooh, wap wap!
Just follow steps 1, 2 and 3.
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