No country for old men

I saw this old guy in town this morning, shuffling along the Broadway.  He looked so despondent, as though he had the weight of the world on his shoulders.  And this afternoon I'm visiting my Old Gent to find out how he got on with Social Services.  Can we really not look after our old folks better?  And indeed a lot else!  But no, we have to continue living through Brexit paralysis.  Words fail me - probably a good thing, that last, or you'd get the full rant  ;-/

Apart from that, it's a pretty day, fading a bit by now of course.  Still, by the time I get back from OG it will be simply cooking supper and reading.  I shall enjoy that.

Have a happy afternoon and evening  xx