Banana Doomsday

These bananas are doomed. They have written their last will and testament and shortly they will find themselves stripped naked, attacked with a fork rendering them unrecognisable before being transformed into a banana loaf.

I have taken to putting on the television when I get up in the morning in an attempt to have some company first thing, so it was inevitable as I prepared to leave the house this morning that I saw a news item showing Meghan Markle in Canada wearing a £250 parka with a fur hood. It was suggested by the presenter that one of the cheaper shops on the High Street was selling something similar for £12.50 in their sale.

I splashed the cash and the black version is now hanging in the hall. The only thing I can’t decide if it is a bit too chav for a lady of my undoubted age. HL is possibly the only person I would have trusted to be brutally honest- my friends and family might be too afraid to be totally straight. We will see. At least I didn’t break the bank and I don’t have a pit bull with a studded chest guard on the end of a piece of string.

Friday is here again and there is a glass of Pinot Grigio with my name on it waiting in the Marriott.