Heard on the wireless when switched on this morning. “She is passionate about nature”. I took that to mean she really likes flowers. I certainly do though I wouldn’t describe myself as being passionate about nature. I don’t think I’m passionate about anything. Not particularly anyway.
It always bemuses me when people describe themselves as passionate. Especially on LinkedIn where folk can apparently be passionate about the most boring work related things. “I’m passionate about dull left handed widget maintenance”. Well good oh. Whatever floats your boat.
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It is a dull looking Saturday out there. This is good. It doesn’t do us any harm to have a dull Saturday. It accentuates the not so dull aspects of your life. Always assuming you have any. Life can’t be totally dull surely. Even repairing a hole in your socks could be something to look forward to, darn it.
I have a pair of socks that need such treatment. Usually they get thrown, this being a disposable society. I did mention to THG that “we” should think about mending them. Note the “” inverted commas there. That cut no ice with THG. Darn it, again.
Only joking. Our relationship is not one where she does all the work and I sit on the sofa watching sport. Largely. It’s just that until I get my hip fixed my mobility is somewhat limited. Darning socks would seem to be something I could be getting on with in this case. I’ll have to see if there is a youtube vid on the subject. Bound to be.
Mind you no idea where they are. Probably been washed, dried, paired and stuck back in the cupboard. I’ll only find out which pair has a hole when I put them on again and we enter the whole cycle again. They are almost certainly not a pair of my warm winter socks so it might be next spring before the hole is found again.
I don’t include darning socks as a highlight although I have never tried it so I don’t really know.
May your bacon fat be rendered to perfection and the crusts of your toast be chewy.