Hello,Once again, I’ve been stood up by Jack. That’s good luck, I suppose! It is possible that the promissory bad luck has finally caught up with me though, since Yesterday’s trip to Manchester was a nightmare. The trains were packed and very slow-going. In the first instance, our passenger train somehow managed to get behind ‘a goat transport’ . . . A goat transport? Really? I guess I never thought about it very carefully but of course, British farmers can't readily go shepherding herds of goats across England, of course must transport the beasties somehow and of course the train system is so well developed, that it is the practical thing to use. It was however a miserable situation for everyone on board down the line! There was not enough seating to accomodate passengers by half and with baggage everywhere, there was hardly room to stand or breathe. Maybe it was meant to be some sort of cosmic empathy lesson in ‘now you know how the goats must feel’.
The close quarters and discomfiture was not the only thing that wore on my nerves yesterday. It was if my nerves were wearing on my nerves. I was all defensive and not wanting to deal with anyone. I was nauseous and my head felt like it was going to explode. It was weird. I’m hoping it was just some sort of social anaphylaxis--something like a spiritual allergy attack brought on by the residual stress of unfinished business and whatnot. I have no more absolute ‘whatnots’ until this Saturday. Hopefully things will fall back into balance before then. Well the great offline is beckoning for now. Remind me tomorrow to write 'something about Tuesday’? BTW: I cannot take credit for the goat photo. It is lifted from a carton of goat's milk in my fridge. ^_^/♡
