Crockery

Look! Stuff on the table. Yes, the daughter is back from her life in London. Back to the small town. It's left me totally disoriented - it's Tuesday, for gawdsakes, but once that cork is pulled, it's hard to put back.
So, what about this Ukraine, eh? I should just pop that in so that in a year's time I can look back and say, well I never, I'd forgotten all about that. Mainly of course as our wonderful media know that we get tired of stuff. We get tired of hearing of the erse we made of Iraq. How Libya is a basket case of militia. Oh, I should shut up.
I've been far too quiet of late. I sense a blow out coming. And soon. Is tomorrow Wednesday by any chance?