Praying for cheaper petrol
Rocky Twyman of Washington, D.C. went to San Francisco over the weekend, where petrol is on sale at only, if my arithmetic holds up, 95p per litre ($4 for a US gallon), to stage a "pray-in" at a Chevron petrol station - he wants his god to drop the price, apparently. He is also calling on churchgoers to ask for God's intervention where he says politicians have failed.
Oh, right, that'll work...
28th April 2008
Oh, to be in England
Now that April’s there And whoever wakes in England / Sees, some morning, unaware... Bloody snow!
Now it's no secret that I find snow very depressing stuff, and to leap from my bed, carolling a springtime roundelay, and fling wide the curtains to be confronted with the baleful glare of snow all over everything deals my sense of well-being a severe punch up the bracket. I glare balefully back, but it does no good. It still just lies there, annoyingly.
February was always the month that I dreaded most, but nowadays we sail serenely through it with just the occasional frost on the morning windscreen. March comes in like a lamb and exits in the same woolly manner - and then we get this snow stuff in April of all months. OK, so it didn't hang around very long - all gone by lunch time - but still. I mean...
8th April 2008
Is it really a year?
Just realised that today, 26th March, is one year on from the day I had my lung cancer operation. It feels a little spooky, as I remember coming to in the Intensive Care ward, feeling very detached from reality! The following days had their moments, but a week later I was back home, and happy to be so.
Last week I saw the Consultant Surgeon briefly, and all is well, it would seem. One hears a lot of criticism, doubtless much of it justified, of the UK's National Health Service, but I must say that I thought it magnificent.
Well... I'm here aren't I?
