AC's post today reminded me of when we had magazines in waiting rooms. It was one of the joys of life, that little added pleasure, being able to flick through and check out how the other half lives in the celebrity magazines. Our dentist always had golfing mags, and occasionally up-market fashion mags. Not my cup of tea. And at £500 and up for a handbag just as well.
I think the doctors' surgery stopped first. Something about unhealthy spread of germs. But now no-one has magazines; we're all expected to read our phones. I don't have anything interesting on my phone apart from a couple of children's games.
Janice's blog has a post about waking up dead - no, waking up alive when you're supposed to be dead. This is one of my fears and the reason I think I would prefer burning to burying. At least it would be quicker. Janice cites lots of examples so I am definitely demanding a bell in my coffin when I go.
Debra's blog, well, what can I say? Don't visit if easily offended! I was so shocked I had to read on to the end . . .
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It's so exciting: parcels keep arriving! It's just like Christmas! Because I can't remember what I've ordered or when it's due every delivery is a thrill!
Curled up on the sofa yesterday and watched Nonnas on Netflix. Aw, lovely and comforting. What to watch today, that is the question.
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I made a lovely curry, lamb and spinach (with added parsnips because I had some), and what do I get? Complaints.
Just because I make the dish a bit dirty.
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Blogs are with us withersoever we goeth. :) I read and commented on blog posts in that half hour or so.
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