Somewhere over the rainbow...
It's 5.30 am again and I'm again thinking of what to write. Well, I was up and out of bed this morning at about 3.30am. I was awake and fed up of just laying there. I've got into the habit of going to bed early; 8pm is becoming normal for me. Simply there is too much rubbish on TV, on social media, and the news makes for depressing reading. So I go to bed. Of course that means that I am up well before the larks. Breakfast number 1 might just be a couple of croissants warmed in the oven with a little extra butter and a smidgeon of strawberry jam. mmm. The news on TV is permanently crap and depressing. Whichever way you read about or watch it the horror stories continue to be pushed towards us about Covid-19 and the self serving commentary, where the news stations think they're best opinionated on everything, continues to grate. The sooner the day comes when their wings are clipped and they're reduced back to reporting the fact...