My Dad was born today. He would be 88 today if still with us. Not so very old? Yet he died so long ago. When I see Rupert Murdoch -same age as him- prancing about all wrinkled and rich with luscious Jerry Hall on his arm can’t help feeling just a teeny bit jealous not to say faintly bitter and twisted. There is a birthday card I would so love to be sending today. Darling Dad. My favourite Libra in the world
So much to say goodbye to lately. John Humphries. Confess I blubbed at his final goodbye speech. Then Poldark. Oh Aidan! Going off so beautifully with a smile and the tails of his coat flapping in slow motion. Must record that short scene on my phone so I can delight myself during boring moments at work
Then Thomas Cook oh DEAR. Have had at least 3 hols with them in my life. Finally Boris in hot water with this Supreme Court thing.
Don’t know where to turn.
The River Files 