Post 453. THE DREADED LURGI.

 WE'VE ALL HAD IT

STARTING WITH OUR GRANDSON.
Platform One sent Ellis home. He was fine when he left in the morning. I think it must have been about lunchtime when somebody at the college realised he was coming down with the lurgi. He was home early afternoon: pale. feeling like crap, straight to bed. He wanted nothing to eat and no visitors. Mo and I gamely soldiered on until the inevitable: then we all had it. It was not Covid, so that was one blessing, but it is the father and mother of all coughs and colds and it hangs on like a native American tracker. So we still have it. Getting better though. Or so we tell ourselves.
TELEVISION.
Stuck inside I have watched more than my normal helping of television. Fortunately this has included two splendid series: a ten and a six parter, The ten parter was Series 5 of The Crown, a further reminder that the 'top people' in this country and throughout the world are mostly self-serving, lying bastards. There's a surprise!
The six parter was The English (still showing on BBC2), an intriguing western filmed in Spain. Wonderful acting by all concerned.

I no longer bother with chat shows. Not even Yasmin Alibhai-Brown or Owen Jones can rescue Vine from the fat, failed, right-wing hacks who appear every week calling themselves broadcasters. or the pointless ex politicians who now purport to be reality television stars.
They're on - I'm off!
BUT IT'S NOT ALL BAD.

GUTTERING SORTED.
Yesterday Stuart Boyd-Kerr and his cheerful team did a fine job replacing the guttering on the kitchen window side of the house. It will be quite a change not to be standing behind Niagara Falls when the next cloud bursts overhead. Thanks, lads.
Cheers everybody.