Christmas is cancelled!???

 

A few weeks back, we in the United Kingdom, were told by our Government, that we shouldn't worry too much because Christmas was not being cancelled.

Jingle my silver bells and call me a silly Sally, but I wasn't aware that anyone was able to cancel Christmas. I thought Christmas was about a special baby, born over 2000 years ago and that as long as  there were people who still believed and followed him, there would always be Christmas.

As I said, silly Sally. Apparently, it is about presents, overindulging, family reunions of six bubbles (don't ask) for five days, with every possibility of a few members falling out with each other by the third day.

The nation rejoiced and Grans and Grandads all over the Country were delighted and terrified in equal measure.

I am not sure how the Government came to this decision but I imagine that when Covid heard this announcement, it was incensed - first the vaccine and now this gross underestimation of its power. A furious Covid invited a relative to visit Britain over Christmas.

('If they can have their relatives over for Christmas, so can I,' thought a defiant Covid, its spikes aquiver with indignation and rage.)

So now, in many parts of the Country, bubbles have been burst and reduced to one and tiers have been upped to four. But Christmas is not cancelled. 

Presents can still be exchanged, overindulging is still possible, family reunions can still take place over Zoom and the best part is, in the case of any falling out with another family member, you don't have to put up with their company for the duration of your stay.... there's an 'off' button in this reunion.

As for those moaning about 'lockdown', if there is no empty chair around your table this year (or in your virtual reunions), be grateful, stop whingeing and wear a mask.

Talking about whiny losers, guess who decided to weigh in on Britain's lockdown, with this tweet: 

First of all 'We?' Who on Earth asked him to speak for us? I suggest El Presidente Trumpo takes the 2 cents he borrowed from his pal 50c and return it because absolutely no one in Britain (with the possible exception of Farage and that nasty woman Katie something-or-the- other) wants his opinion.

I read a few days back, that there is a former congresswoman, who is convinced that not only was her ballot invalidated in the recent US Elections, it was stolen by Satan himself.

I am not sure if she had a vision of a red skinned man with horns and a tail, shove his pitchfork into the ballot box and specifically pull her ballot out but whatever her tale, please don't let Rudy Giuliani get 'wind' of it.

Before you can say 'Bat out of Hell', he'll be back in Court, dragging the former congresswoman and a recording of 'The Devil went down to Georgia', as proof of voter fraud. 

Yet again, he won't win. After all the Devil went looking for a soul to steal and we all know that you can't steal souls from the soulless.

Until next time, wherever you are in the world, have a very happy and heart warming Christmas. Take care and stay safe.

A lighter look at the news

This is the reaction of a Preacher, to the news that Joe Biden had won the US election. Not sure why no one in the congregation did what most people would, when faced with such hysteria...smack the human hyena soundly across the face.

Personally, I have just one thing to say, Where's Pence's fly when you need it?

I would never dream of calling another human being despicable but what other explanation can you think of, when even the hair dye on Rudy Giuliani's head tries to escape?

Earlier, in the same press briefing, Giuliani robustly blew snot into his handkerchief and instead of folding the clean side over the snotty side, he did the opposite and proceeded to use the snotty side to wipe his mouth, mop his brow and baste his entire face.

He then walked up to the podium to talk and his hair dyed a million deaths, crying itself a river down old Rudy's face. On the bright side, it had a smooth passage thanks to the facial lubrication that had occurred earlier.

In the meanwhile, Trump's playing peek-a-boo in the Whitehouse. He pops his head out like the cuckoo in a clock, says By the way, I won the election and disappears back in. 

Such deluded optimism from President Cuckoo, makes me wonder if he has this for his ringtone....

Until next time, try and keep it light.

A lighter look at the news

Well. Well. Well. Pardon my abuse of punctuation but this is a special occasion. President Ding Dong has been voted out. One of his sycophants now needs to pluck up the courage to tell him that the votes were not fake, the people rejoicing in the streets last night were not fake, Joe Biden and Kamala Harris are not fake. The only thing that is fake is his ridiculous belief that he won the race because at the start, he was ahead.

By that logic, I would've won every single 100m sprint in school, since I always led for the first 10m. - please don't ask about the other humiliating 90m.

I think Rudy Giuliani should be up for the task. He can take a long swig from his hip flask for some extra Dutch courage and tuck in his shirt, before approaching his boss.

Maybe it's because Trump is behaving like a toddler but for some reason, this children's song keeps playing in my head. Here's a little paraphrased version:

Donnie, the Malevolent, has to pack his trunk

And say goodbye to the White House

Off he'll go with a trumpety trump

Trump, Trump, Trump!

In Britain, there is an almost immediate handover of power and residence, after an Election result has been declared.

I remember, before you could whisper Dancing Queen, Tay May was gone from No.10 Downing Street (it's a good day, so let's not talk about who moved in).

Unfortunately, that is not the case in the US and heaven knows what Donnie the Malevolent will get up to in the ensuing couple of months before he leaves the White House.

I suspect all his life, he has been enabled to warp his failures to look like triumphs. The whole world witnessed it during those ridiculous Press Briefings, to discuss the pandemic.

When he suggested injecting bleach as a possible antidote to Corona, instead of shifting her feet and gulping a lemon sized ball of embarrassment, Dr Birx should have whipped off her scarf and gagged him with it.

If that was too drastic, she could've jumped up and said, Hell no. At the very least, she could've contradicted him and suggested that it was not a good idea.

Instead the silence in the room was deafening and since some people mistake silence for consent, a few decided to try out his advice and died or were hospitalised.

The list of his misdemeanours goes on and on - too depressing to recall. Suffice to say that more than 230,000 have succumbed to Covid-19 in the US and I don't believe Trump has expressed regret or shown much empathy.

It's almost as if he has a poster in the Oval office that says : Keep Calm and carry on golfing.

Most children are hugely embarrassed by their parents. The most trivial things, cause them to dramatically die of embarrassment. But not the Trump children. It's as if being impervious to embarrassment is hard wired in their DNA.

While concerned children would take Dad aside and say that he was not only  embarrassing himself but more importantly, embarrassing them, the Trump children turn it into a family sport.

Especially those two goons he has for sons, who pose triumphantly with majestic wildlife animals that they have destroyed and post tweets that rival their father's tweets in dishonesty and hate inciting rhetoric.

I can only imagine the deep sense of the relief felt by the 74 million people who voted for Biden/Harris. 

As for the other 70 million voters, if you are depressed and wondering how to cope, here's some advice from a friend. (I confess to initially thinking that the first two words on the t-shirt were warnings of the scent emanating from each underarm).

Hopefully, BBQ washed down with lots of Beer will help ease the pain and, whether you believe it or not, Freedom is on its way.

Finally, if everything seems surreal and you're questioning your ability to comprehend what is going on, here's a simple test for you, shared by a fine gentleman with the rest of the world, not too long ago.

Just memorize the new and improved version of this cognitive test:

Person?

Woman!

Man!

Camera...

TV.

Until next time, try and keep it light.

 

The lighter look at the news

 

Last Friday, I was excited that NASA were excited to tell us that we would be excited about the exciting news that they were going to share with us, regarding the Moon.

So exciting was this piece of news, that they made us wait a whole weekend before sharing it (lest we faint with excitement from lack of preparedness).

Well, I spent the whole weekend coming up with exciting possibilities - Perhaps Richard Branson was secretly quarantining on the moon.

Perhaps a cow had been sighted jumping over the moon (while here on Earth, a dish was seen running  away with a spoon).

Perhaps a certain President was to be given a one way ticket to the moon, in a few days.

Perhaps Kim Kardashian was planning to have a 40th Birthday bash on the Moon. Her husband Ye (the miracle man), could easily make that happen.

Finally, the weekend passed and we were told the exciting news -  they had discovered water on the surface of the Moon.

I can't say that I was over the moon with the news, simply because we were previously told that there was water on Mars. And it doesn't take a rocket scientist to know that they should've started with the Moon and then moved further afield.

Please don't ask me how they made that discovery - I don't have anymore weekends to spare.

Melania Trump recently spoke at one of her husband's rallies, about keeping safe during this pandemic. The huddled, mask-less crowd cheered widely at the end, while irony lost its will to live.

To give credit where credit is due, Mel was ahead of her time when it came to hand holding.                                                                          

At another rally (they are coming fast and very furious) we were taken back a few decades, as the Stepford wives in the crowd received a special message from their leader.

Disappointing as it is that Kim Kardashian did not celebrate her birthday on the Moon, she did however post a couple of tweets about her 40th birthday celebrations. The first was:

I think after two weeks of tests, the bigger surprise would be if there wasn't a surprise at the end of it. She also tweeted:

Don't you love it when someone tweets their humbleness after telling us how fabulous their lives are?

Finally, on this Halloween day, here's  Pumpkinhead talking about his distant relative.

Until next time, take care, stay safe and even though it can be a challenge, try and keep it light. 

 

A lighter look at random thoughts

 

It is almost the penultimate month of the year and as November beckons, I can't help thinking about this time last year.

I remember at the time, reading a post somewhere that said, 'Don't ask me about next year, I don't have 20/20 vision'. 

Then, I thought it was clever and cute. Now I think, just as well because the words to 'Auld Lang Sang' while ringing in 2020, would've taken on a different meaning and there would not be enough champagne to wash away your 20/20 vision or psychic ability.

One thought led to another and being the original person that I am, I decided to call them random thoughts. And, lucky you, I've decided to share them.

Before 2020, if I saw someone wearing a mask on public transport (apologies to Japanese tourists), I'd think hypochondriac. Now I see someone on public transport without a mask and the air in the thought bubble above my head turns blue.

Before 2020, if someone asked me if I'd like a Corona, I'd say yes please, with a slice of lemon if you have it. Now if someone asked me the same question, I'd give them the death stare, while sucking on a slice of lemon to top up my vitamin C.

Before 2020,  we spoke about three tiered wedding cakes. Now, we speak about three tiered lockdowns. And, unlike wedding cake, no one wants a fourth tier.

Before 2020, if I heard the song YMCA, I thought Village People. Now I hear YMCA and think, Village Idiot.

Before 2020, the word Zoom meant an unofficial measure of speed. Now of course, Zoom means video calls. Alas, to some men of a certain age, Zoom also means multi tasking.

CNN reporter Jeffrey Toobin recently proved that most men simply can't multi task. (I am not going to comment on his surname, even though I am solely tempted to).

Before 2020, Hydroxychloroquin meant I was taking a trip to India and had to swallow those godawful anti-malaria tablets for a whole month.

Now, it brings this to mind...

A month of anti-malarial tablets does not seem so bad now.

Here's another random thought. In Goa, some parents try to compete with each other when giving their poor children original names. One way of doing this, is to combine parts of both the parents' names.

For example, if a Peter and a Mary have a child, they might call it Mapet. Only joking, it's not that bad. They'd probably call it Petry.

This leaves me to wonder, if either 19 years ago or last year, a Conceicao and a David were blessed with a baby and named him Covid. Not beyond the realms of possibility that there is an original Covid-19 somewhere in Goa.

Finally, while most people found the final US Presidential debate a tad boring, I beg to differ. I did learn something. I learnt that Trump is capable of telling the truth.

He did say to Biden, and I quote, I know more about wind than you do. Which, you will agree, is the truth. He is, after all, a vessel for it. 

And here, for your entertainment, is President Windbag, playing his invisible accordion at the debate.

                                   

  Until next time, try and keep it light.

 

The Mighty Fly

 

Gertie in happier times

You may or may not have heard of the rhyme about an old woman who swallowed a fly. The author has no idea why she swallowed a fly and wonders if perhaps she'll die. To which I would say, 'Don't be daft'.

Anyone who has ever had a cold beer on a hot day, knows that you have to compete with at least one fly for every sip of beer and occasionally, in a bid to outrace the fly, you may well end up swallowing the damn thing. Perhaps you'll die? Highly unlikely. Perhaps you'll gag.

Up until last year, that was more or less my experience with flies. Annoying when you drink beer and even more annoying when you're a child and have to memorise every darn thing that an eccentric old woman is supposed to have swallowed.

(Apparently, she opened her throat and swallowed a goat. How on earth did she manage that? She is very lucky that the goat did not swallow her first, considering their penchant for swallowing anything that comes their way).

Now, you may remember a blog I posted in 2018, about my close encounter(s) with a fly called Gertie. If you'd like to read it, here's the link: https://to-rave-or-to-rant.blogspot.com/2018/08/a-fly-in-ointment.html

If you'd like a nutshell version: Gertie was a fly who invaded my bathroom and treated it like her personal sauna. Spoiler alert - there was no happy ending.

Anyway, Gertie did love the finer things in life and I am convinced that her progeny discovered cruise liners and at least one of them took a trip on one, across the pond.

If they are anything like their Great Grandmother Gertie (600 times removed), they would probably be mischievous dare devils and one of them could very well have tried to gate crash the Presidential debate, to be a fly on the wall and make history in the Kingdom of Flies.

However, seeing that it was more a debacle than a debate, not to mention the spitstorm the Orange man was whipping up, along with his accompanying  arms and rather small hands, flaying about like a couple of fly swatters, Gretchen (I like naming my flies) probably beat a hasty retreat. 

But they are not Gertie's progeny for nothing and undeterred (and to finish what Grandma Gretchen had started), Gretchen XVII, hitch hiked her way to Utah for the Vice Presidential debate. 

It was calm, bordering on the slightly boring. Gretchen XVII did not travel all the way to Utah to be bored, so she decided to get her 15 seconds of fame and recklessly plonk herself on one of the human's heads. 

She chose to sit on the male human's head. She did this for two reasons. The female human made some very interesting facial expressions that Gretchen XVII found fascinating and entertaining in equal measure.

By contrast the male human had no expression at all. Gretchen XVII wanted to find out if squatting on his head would change that. It did not. She chose well. Because she did not just get 15 seconds of fame. 

She got 2 minutes 3 seconds.

By the way, if you hadn't heard of the old woman who swallowed a fly and you're wondering how it ended, she got overambitious - she tried a horse, she's dead of course. Silly old woman. Should've stopped at the cow.

Until next time, try and keep it light. 

The lighter side of King Frump Part II

A quick recap of The lighter side of King Frump Part I. 

Once upon a time, there was a King called Frump, who ruled a country that was known to be the most powerful country on the Planet that was called Earth.

King Frump was married to a lady called MelonYa? It was said that her name ended with a question mark because no one in the land could tell what she was thinking.

Some said that it was on account of her not thinking at all. But others said that it was perhaps on account of the fact that she was in their land because she was said to be as clever as a very clever man called Einstein.

Then, one day, a whisper went around the land, that King Frump had run around The Bright House, a house where Kings and Queens worked and lived, screaming, 'I'm Peach, I'm Peach'. 

Now, it was against the law to impersonate a peach, so a clever lady by the name of Fancy Pay Lucy decided to take him at his word and  Impeach.........

Part II

Even though some people in the Bright House had seen King Frump  impersonating a peach, he was allowed to be free, on account of him possessing a special coat. A beautiful coat. A coat like no other coat in the land. A coat that was called Teflon. 

To celebrate his victory, King Frump drank lots of  covfefe (a secret brew known only to him) and ate a bucketful of magic beans called Goya.

After that, King Frump got more and more kingly and the people got more and more cross. They said, very crossly, that he was getting too bigly for his kingly boots. 

'Bigly' was a word that  King Frump had invented because he was also very clever with words - beautiful words, words that no one had thought to invent, words that no one had ever heard of before.

The people in the land were sad to see that King Frump had not learnt the lesson that Fancy Pay Lucy had tried to teach him. He continued to carry on mounting onto the platform that was called social, where he continued to tweet like an angry bird.

He also continued to tweet mean things about King O'Charmer, who was the King before him. He tweeted that O'Charmer had committed a crime. He tweeted that O'Charmer's crime was that he had stolen a gate that did not belong to him. 

The people in the land were perplexed. They knew that O'Charmer was very clean on account of the many showers he took, although the showers he took were never golden, like the showers King Frump sometimes took. 

O'Charmer's showers made him so clean, he squeaked when he walked his cool walk. It was said that his walk was so cool, cucumbers turned green when they saw him walk his cool walk.

The special people with cameras and pens were the most perplexed of all the people in Frump's Kingdom. 

They asked King Frump where the gate that did not belong to O'Charmer was, but he would not say. He would only lift his little hand and point at them with a finger and remark, 'You know and I know where the gate is.' 

The special people with the cameras and pens did not know where O'Charmer's gate was. 

They also knew that King Frump knew that they did not know where O'Charmer's gate. They also knew that King Frump knew that they knew that King Frump did not know where O'Chamer's gate was.

There was a lot of knowing about not knowing.

So now, the people in the land, who were filled with crossness, were  filled with even more crossness. But not all the people in the land were filled with crossness. 

The Frumpians still loved their King. They loved him so bigly that the cross people no longer called them Frumpians. They called them dimly Frumpy. Some even called them bigly dimly Frumpy.

The bigly dimly Frumpy people did not care. They loved their King so much, they followed him everywhere.

They followed him on the platform that was called social and they even followed him to a place called Tosa.  

Now, at that time, a dreadful plague had descended on the land, so the people who were not dimly frumpy, thought that the dimly frumpy people were even more bigly dimly frumpy, for following King Frump to Tosa and not keeping a distance that was called social (just like the platform).

Once again, the dimly frumpy people did not care. They knew that King Frump possessed a special wand, that he promised to wave and make the plague vanish, just like magic.

King Frump also had a very fine, very beautiful brain. A brain full of science, which he inherited from his scientist Uncle's trousers known as jeans.

Thanks to his Uncle and his jeans, he used his brain full of science to come up with two magic portions. One was called Bleach and the other was called Hydroxychloroquine.

First, he tried to wave his special wand but it was too heavy for him to lift up with one small hand. 

Then, the magic portion called Bleach was considered. Sadly, some people not only considered it, they consumed it. It did kill the plague disease but alas, it also killed the dimly frumpy people who consumed it. 

Then, last of all, the  magic portion called Hydroxychloroquine was tried. Happily, it did not kill the dimly Frumpy people who tried it but it did not cure them either.

The cross people were now apoplectic with crossness but the Frumpy people continued to be bigly dim.

Now, there was a man in the Kingdom who was known to hide his left toe, so people called him Toe Hiden. He once helped King O'Charmer when O'Charmer lived in the Bright House with his wife Seashell. 

Toe Hidin' wanted to be King but he knew that he would need someone to help him, just as he had helped King O'Charmer. 

So, he politely asked a very clever lady called Tabla Paris to help him in his attempt to became the next King and she very politely said yes.

The cross people stopped being cross and started to cross their fingers instead.

What was going to happen? No one knew. All the people in the land were now going to play something known as a waiting game.

ps: King Frump also had a helper, Bike Fence, so called because he once rode a bicycle through a fence and his face never moved after that.  It was said that both he and MelonYa? were champions of a game that was known as Poker.

Until next time, try and keep it light.

If you have only recently started reading my blog (thank you and welcome) and you wish to read The lighter side of King Frump Part I (I flatter myself), the link is below:

https://to-rave-or-to-rant.blogspot.com/2020/01/the-lighter-side-of-king-frump.html

 

A lighter look at the news

It's been ten days since I blogged and in that time, the cognitively sound Tweeting Tarantula from across the pond has been relentless in his jaw dropping interviews, tweets, comments... you name, he's got the market cornered.

My brain cells have begged for some time off and I have relented...well, almost.

So, I'll keep it short. Recently, an attack on Joe Biden from Ace Cognito was deemed extremely personal and tasteless (as if good taste and the man have ever crossed paths).

He called Joe Biden an enemy of God. Rich, I know, coming from the man who held a bible upside down, for a photo op. while grinning like a Thorny Devil.

The resemblance is uncanny but the pic below is of the original Thorny Devil.

   

                           

While most people were outraged on behalf of practising Catholic Biden, I might play Thorny Devil's advocate and wonder if he may be privy to some classified information. Information that is so classified, it only resides in the head of his pal, Dr Stella Immanuel (she of the, watch out, the Aliens are coming to impregnate humanity, fame).

Stellar Stella is the only one at the moment who knows of a vaccine that has been developed to innoculate against religion. Maybe someone got close enough to Joe Biden to sink a loaded syringe full of anti-religion serum into his blood stream.

After all, has anyone seen him in Church recently? Well I know there is a lock down in place (those pesky coronas love to party where people congregate) but has anyone seen him live streaming Mass?

Yes, I know that would be an invasion of his privacy but who cares? The Thorny Devil sure as hell doesn't.

A quick segue into the corona virus crisis in the US. In his interview with Jonathan Swan, Donald Trump, the ultimate wordsmith, encapsulated the situation in one reassuring, cognitively sound, sentence, It is what it is. 

Now, he can wear a bespoke jacket with those words emblazoned on it, to match his wife's equally sensitively worded  jacket.

Until next time, try and keep it light. If the restrictions are getting you down, throw on a jacket, go for a walk and just remind yourself of what a scholarly gentleman once said ......

                          

 

A lighter take on the news

In my previous blog, I mentioned that it was a treat to not have to comment on something President Ding Dong from across the pond had said or done. I did also wonder how long it would last.

Well, you won't be surprised to know, that even as I was writing the blog, President Ding Dong had started ringing his bell. What brought it on? 

Well, you know how the original Emmanuel said the words, Lazarus, come forth and Lazarus came forth. A modern day Immanuel, a doctor, no less, uttered the word hydroxychloroquine and guess who came forth.

Yes, when the very cognitively sound President El Sharpo (who is also in touch with his feminine side, El Sharpie, which you only see on rare occasions like hurricanes) heard his favourite treatment for covid-19 being promoted by Dr. Immanuel he said, and I quote, I thought her voice was an important voice and she was very impressive.

I guess you could say that Dr Doolally's voice is an important voice and that she is impressive.....if you lived with your head in the clouds or in Uranus. Here on Planet Earth we have more traditional beliefs on how babies are conceived.

The cognitively sound President should know that. After all it involves two of the five words he had to memorise in that test that he aced - woman, man. 

(Apparently, it has become part of folklore that the doctors present at the time Ace Cognito took his test, are still looking for their socks, which he knocked off with his performance, the kind of which they had never seen before).

Maybe most of us are guilty of being boring and lacking in imagination but generally we tend not to think that conception involves a woman and an alien or a man and an alien who temporarily transforms itself into a woman and then they reproduce more of themselves. (And you thought I was being unkind when I called her Dr. Doolally).

Another of Dr. D's claims, is the existence of a vaccine that turns people against religion.

That explains the man I saw awhile back, lurking near a church in London, who appeared to be hiding a syringe in his hand. At the time, I thought he was a junkie. But now I have to wonder if it was a radical scientist, waiting to jump on a Catholic and inject them with a non-religious inducing serum.

I'm grateful that I don't live in the US. I would be in such a dilemma trying to decide who to listen to.....

These two....                            

                     

or, these two....

                                 

Until next time, try and keep it light. And keep a wary eye out for those pesky aliens looking to implant their DNA. If you do come across one, here's a tip: repeat hydroxychloroquine three times and sprinkle some bleach. I heard that they disappear.... just like magic!

caution: bleach can cause burns and uttering the word hydroxychloroquine can cause the appearance of a large orange man.

A lighter look at the news

Just as the lock down  guidelines are easing in Britain and people are getting their mojo back, Bojo decides to fling a bucket of biting verbal ice cubes on the nation.

How so? I hear you ask. By dropping the 'O' word on us. Apparently, his encounter with the Corona virus was far more unpleasant because he was obese. 

He informs us that the effects of the virus are far worse in people who are overweight. 

Tell us something we don't already know Mr. Johnson and I'll tell you something we most certainly do know - the 'o' in obese is always accompanied with a generous side portion of  the 'O' in Oliver.

Yes, St. Jamie of Oliver, the patron saint of pucca food, has sprung up yet again, to wag his finger in pained disapproval at our eating habits. He appears quite oblivious to the fact that he seems to need a whole lot more space on his sacred soap box, than the last time he ascended on it. 

As for BoJo, it's not as if he's sporting a Joe Wicks Bod, post corona. Yes, he is trimmer and, well done him, for losing what appears to be 5 lbs 20 ozs but that's no reason to scare an already insecure part of the population.

Even more exasperating is the usual contradiction in the Government's guidelines. Just two weeks ago, we were told to 'Eat out, to help out' - a slogan that looked like the winning entry in a competition for 11 year old school children.

Nevertheless, we were all set to do our patriotic duty and help out by eating out - a once in a life time guilt free trip - but we now have been told to watch our waistlines. 

No more fast food, beef burgers, deep fried chicken delights or french fries. So, the 'Eat out, to help out' most definitely does not apply to anyone who has a budget of £20/- or less.

At this point, I have to point out, that even if you have a more generous budget, most of the food served in middle-chain restaurants, can be laden with a significant amount of calories. That is the joy of eating out. 

So, the preaching of newly reformed health expert, Guru Boriswami and his sidekick, the Chef of all things Quinoa, makes no sense. Unless they condense it into yet another slogan: 'Eat in to be thin'. I would not put it past them.

I have to say that it is rather nice to write a blog that does not include President Ding dong from across the pond. (Long may it last, she said, with not the slightest trace of optimism).

By the way, did you know that eco friendly babies' names exist? I just discovered this 12 hours ago.The top ten girls' names are : Luna, Aurora, Isla, Hazel, Ivy, Iris, Rose, Aria, Willow and Violet.

Did not know that they were eco friendly, but well done them, for their contribution to Planet Earth.

However, I am outraged on behalf of Blossom, Myrtle, Lilly, Poppy and Daisy.

Also, why is Rena not on the list? (not even the top 50). Rena means Joy in Hebrew. 

Is that not eco friendly enough? I think I'll give that young influencer Greta Thunberg a call. I suspect she'll be sympathetic. After all, Greta is not on the list as well. And Greta means pearl. More precious than a flower that withers or joy that is fleeting.

Until next time, stay safe and try and keep it light.