Ding, Dong, The Witch Is Dead

My on-going imposed idleness continues – I am still at home with my beloved, unable to return to work just yet.

This is partly due to not being able to drive, but also because I still require a nap at around 2pm every day, which I think would probably interfere with my work schedule and annoy my bosses,

However my most beloved is looking after me very well, and every day she finds new ways to surprise me in the depth of her caring and her love. 

I had another trip to the AC Clinic today, and my INR was a tad higher than expected. So we’ll see how it goes this week, and whether or not there is something slightly wrong that needs to be fixed.

In the meantime, I have been watching Dune Apocalypse which is a tad odd and surprising, and possibly edited and sanitised for the American Networks, because I am pretty sure that Leto and his sister were a tad…. closer than depicted in this version.

For those of you who follow this regularly and actually pat attention to what I write, it will probably not come as a surprise to you that I will not be watching the grand farce that will be played out on the streets of London tomorrow. 

The idea that this nation owes anything to that heinous bitch of a woman is laughable, but the fact we – as tax payers – are spending £10m on her funeral when her family is fully capable of paying for it themselves is hideous and appalling. 

She ripped this nation apart, and the vast majority of the horrific policies now being inflicted on this country by her acolytes in government have their roots in the country she created thirty years ago. She created the culture of "me me me me me" where everyone is supposed to put themselves first and everyone else second, and Cameron and his army of darkness have embraced that – you need only look at their most recent policies of cutting benefits for the poor and cutting taxes for the rich to see the evil legacy that Thatcher gave this country.

And so the idea of watching a nation fawning over this wicked witch just sickens me to the bone. And since I am already pretty ill, I don’t think I need to add projectile vomiting to my symptoms.

Dune Apocalypse is finished, and yeah – a total lack of incestuous themes suggests that America isn’t ready for twins that sleep together. At least on prime time TV.

So now – now I need something else to watch, because due to various over-sleeping reasons, my next set of pain killers can’t be taken until 11pm and it is no where near close to that. 

But, for now, I will simply sign off and promise to post sometime soon 🙂

#dingdong