Post 389. YOU'RE GLAD THEY ARE THERE.

BUT DREAD NEEDING THEM.

OUR DEAR DAUGHTER ROZ is back in hospital. 
The ambulance took her on Tuesday.
She had been suffering considerable pain for many weeks (see posts 386/7) and it had reached the stage where she had difficulty even in making her way to her en suite bathroom. She struggled down the stairs when the ambulance arrived, however, and was loaded straight onto a mobile stretcher and thence into the ambulance and away: what a lovely crew the ambulance people are.
She has since undergone innumerable tests, undignified delving etc. No word yet of when she may be back with us.
We wait and hope.
TELEVISION.

Gogglebox (Channel 4) continues to prove that the people watching television can be more amusing than much of the crap they are required to watch. This week, amidst the customary dross, they viewed a harrowing Line of Duty episode: their reactions to the climactic scene in a lake were worthy of BAFTAs. And it is to the programme producers' credit that they did not interrupt it with 'breaking news' of: The Death of Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh. This forthright old fellow was almost a hundred and had a privileged life saying and doing pretty much whatever he chose to say and do. I think the assertion that he has been a firm prop to an occasionally teetering throne is a fair one. But he was no saint, and the decision by every BBC station, presumably at the instigation of its new Director-General, to fill a complete day and more with carefully doctored propaganda about him, was unnecessarily OTT. 
The Walking Dead (Fox UK). A few weeks ago I mentioned watching the opening episodes of The Walking Dead and, considering the pandemic, giving it time to settle in. A couple of nights ago we watched the latest episode, Here's Negan. Jeffrey Dean Morgan, who plays Negan (in case you didn't know), supported by his real life wife, Hilarie Burton Morgan, gives an acting master class in what was probably the best background story ever told in any series of this comic book inspired horror tale. Well done Mr. and Mrs. Morgan.
AND FINALLY.

Daughter Jac captured this picture of yours truly wearing Mike's driving glasses and emailed it to me under the heading Den Corleone. Mo had expressed mild concern after my last blog post that somebody might put out a fatwa on me. I doubted that. Would you threaten a guy who looks like this?
Had your jab yet? 

Go for it.