R's rue

 I am grateful  For the chili beans  In the crockpot  The music  That lets My soul rest Being content  In today Not worried  About tomorrow  from R's rue https://ift.tt/39Jt0Wx

Last week two milestones were reached on the very same day. The official worldwide number of COVID-19 deaths  hit two million and the number of visitors to "Yorkshire Pudding" since June 2005  reached the same figure. That's a lot of "hits". It's as if the entire population of Perth (Western Australia) or Minsk (Belarus) have either died from the virus or they have visited my blog. I would like to think that the latter might have been  a better choice though some contrarians might disagree with that. Ah well, I know that I tried my best. It is likely that COVID has in fact  claimed the lives of far more than two million people. Calculation in western countries is pretty comprehensive but what about more challenging, less developed countries like Malawi, Bolivia, India or Egypt? In such countries accurate tallying is far more problematic. Maybe we will never know the true death figure. Thanks to Yorkshire Pudding visitors past and present for tarrying her...

  I try to write something everyday. I seldom plan what goes down in print for ideas and words just seem to there, ready to be written, but I must admit with lockdown and covid and the isolation that accompanies the pandemic still in its final clutches, having something of any note to say is proving more and more difficult. This morning is a case in point.  I’ve shampooed the spare bedroom carpet in the east wing and have cleaned the washer afterwards.  I’ve walked the dogs and was proud when Dorothy received praise from a regular dog walker for behaving well off her lead .  The dog walker was one of those country type ladies who ooze brusque efficiency   I’m working later on a late shift which is pointless and most hated one as you come into work cold and have to hit the work running. But that’s later. Now I’m drinking from my bucket of coffee sat at the kitchen table. It’s cold, the kitchen that is not the coffee. I’m irritated by the loud workmen ...