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Royal Mail does deliver Mail in the early hours.
Remember I was disturbed to get an early morning letter delivery awhile ago between midnight and 4 am, and you kind lot suggested it had been delivered into the wrong letterbox in day time, and the recipient had posted it into my letterbox in the early hours. It still seemed odd though.
Well, I have had several more midnight to 4 am early morning letter and packet deliveries through my letterbox since then.
And this morning was no exception. The letter on top startled me. A brown envelope from "On Her Majesty's Service", only, because it was early hours my brain read "On Her Majesty's Secret Service".
With gingerly trepidation I opened it. It is from the Office of National Statistics, and they are running a UK online study and they would like me to be a part of it. And I will be offered a £15 voucher for doing so....
There were other nice things in this post, plus one whopping bill (which I don't have the funds for... oops). Can I bury that bill in the garden?
Anyway I need to be out early this morning. Our kind Welsh First Minister has all but cancelled Christmas for Wales. Announced yesterday. And instead of going to the more severe Level 4 lockdown on 28 Dec, it now starts 6pm on Xmas Eve. With more severe restrictions added immediately after Xmas Day. I found out when I got some furious emails from friends who now have to restrict their Xmas Day plans when they had been initially promised they could have them, and lockdown was to start on 28th Dec.
It starts now at 6pm Xmas Eve when the shops have to shut, apparently this goes on to the end of January 2021.
How about just cancelling life? Just cancel existence.
So now I need to go out this morning early. Actually shops round have started opening very early now, even the card shop opens at 7 am (probably hoping to get some the Morrisons foot traffic, it is next door).
I had made my last Amazon order, but then realised a few small essential things (like I need a new mop head among other things, I have wooden floors to clean) to me that I would need, (but not in the Welsh Government's idea of essential stuff that got roped off in supermarkets last time).
Racking my brains now for these little non-essential essential items...
In the meantime, in this topsy turvy world, I offer Striding Edge as my daily painting...in Procreate....
Bye...off to fight the early morning hordes of shoppers for those empty shelves that probably happened yesterday afternoon after that announcement....
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Thank you.Wonderful @Muddy Cyclist
Nice light.In the meantime, in this topsy turvy world, I offer Striding Edge as my daily painting...in Procreate.
Wow. Your depressed friend certainly does seem needy but then I guess that is very much par for the course.Passing through - going Swipey-free until Sunday so that my OCD can be indulged with starting the new sensor on Monday - so putting it on Sunday.
Had a two-hour chat with one of my oldest work mates and was telling her of my one-task a day focus and she gently pointed out I do at least 5 things. I get out of bed, I work out, I feed myself, I do one or two objectives a day... it made me feel a lot better. You really do learn who your friends are when the chips are down.
Apparently according to depressed friend, I have now ruined her Christmas (the one where she decided she didn't want to participate and wasn't going to go up to where her folks live for 'enforced jolity'...) ... how? By planning my Christmas around seeing my own family. I should have realised that her cancelling her plans meant that I needed to be on hand to meet up locally instead of gadding about in Gavin the Mini to Norf Lundun to see the fam. I personally didn't realise how selfish this was.
I might have to repent with puff pastry mince pies or something.
In all seriousness, I gently but firmly pointed out that I totally understood her position that SHE didn't want to face a long journey on the train and to be at her folks, but that it was a little unfair to expect others (she pulled this same rationale on her best friend as well) to cancel their plans on the off chance she might fancy a walk on Christmas Afternoon or Boxing Day.
Anyway... We'll see if either of us are forgiven. Right now I feel she is lucky that we both take it in turns to check in with her every two weeks given the lashings out we have endured... she refuses to ask her BEST FRIEND how her father (who is frail and has suspected bowel cancer) is and was cross that she was going to spend Christmas with her family, and then with her partner's son. My crime is two-fold. Spending time with the only family I have left after both my parents passed away, and the shocking sin of them being in North London, so means a full Christmas Day away, and Boxing Day, probably hosting my cousin and her daughter and we will most likely go for a long walk in Richmond Park together.
I am really at a loss as to how to reach out to her anymore. I know I have to. Any suggestions at this point would be most welcome.
Wonder if it tasted of mezcal?You guys imbibing strong waters and former talk of travellers, reminds me of the coastal community who found a barrel of rum washed up on the beach.
It gave the men folk an enjoyable few days of warm insides and good crack, (as they say up here) until it was finished.
Someone decided the barrel would further warm his family if he chopped it up for fire wood!
To their surprise they found a pickled dead sea captain had been embalmed in alcohol inside.
Sprouts on the plate is not an issue. Sprouts making their exit in gaseous form hours later are the issue - especially when teamed with garlic. 90.9 YO MIL will be here for a few days over Christmas. Old lady, sprouts - lethal mixture.Good Morening Ladies and Gentlemen and just for shear devilment a special set of man hugs to all whether required or not.
A late night cheese fueled 6.7 on the meter of whatever this morning.
Well fellow posters, painters and gamers and whiskey or whisky tasters I hope you are able to plan and put into effect your plans before we are all confined to barracks over the rapidly approaching pagan / Christian / Christmas festival.
Mrs J and me and me's had a looooonnnnnng discussion yesterday morning over SPROUTS, more to the point Mrs J spoke at length some of which I might have listened to, but I can't be sure, it appears SPROUTS will be on the menu, but thankfully will not appear on my plate.
Must go now, koffy is required and Christmas ornaments to rearrange.
You would never think I write for a living!Wow. Your depressed friend certainly does seem needy but then I guess that is very much par for the course. Mice pies? If leaving the reservation at least go somewhere with an exotic sounding name like Pannetone. I book a ticket for there every year, mince pies are so passe- even Heston's wiv pine scent or whatevs. Julie has a friend who suffers badly with depression. Long phone talks and some stay overs. Only practical advice I have is listen but don't try to offer solutions. Good to see you here. Take care.Mince pies?
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