Conscious uncoupling, would ya give me a break. We have a bloke who for the last 70 years – celebs years married equate to dog years – hasn’t had meat or anything else nice. Does anyone believe he isn’t now gnashing a three finger rib steak and has been each day for a while.
Truthfully though I couldn’t give a hoot.
Update on the Maths. 29% mastered. I am now certain I didn’t get educated in mathematics at all. It’s a blinking wonder I can count to 20 with my boots on. I never did the Domain and Range of a Function. At least not in the way I’m treating with it now. And in trigonometry, Soh Cah Toa are now burnt along the inside of my skull. The trig I remember doing. But I don’t remember going this deep into it.
We are well in to Spring here in Ireland. It decided to quit acting the maggot where the sheer volume of water being ejected from the sky was simply without precedent. And in the 300 acre wood where I bring the hound to walk sometimes, the wind snapped the crowns of 70-year-old oak trees like they were broccoli. But mostly what we’re getting is the benefit from last Summers sun on Spring flowering plants.