I’m not quite sure how our preferred televisual entertainment has been reduced to 30 second clips but there are times when it really suits my brain. In those moments, where I have nothing left; unable to focus on a book, or a whole binge-watch of a series then those clips are a lifesaver.
I come home from a hard day at the chalk face and … Whoops. Showing my age. I mean, I come home from a hard day at the interactive whiteboard and … I do mean that because I haven’t been updated to a new telly-screen … I flop on the sofa, unable to form words, phone in hand and I scroll mindlessly.
Sometimes you have to stop and appreciate these wondrous times we live in. In days of old, your post-work-flop-experience was governed by whatever was on the BBC. Monday night: cold meat and chips and Panorama. Now, your non-thinking time is personalised, tailored to whatever is going on in your life.
My daughter got engaged and my little phone seems very excited about it.
Last night it spammed me with beer donkeys. Who knew? At a wedding you can have Alpacas as groomsmen or donkeys with little crates on their backs wandering around the wedding party, offering ice cold Peroni. You could even have a penguin ring-bearer.
My daughter didn’t reply when I texted her about beer donkeys, so I expect it’s not on her dream-wedding list. It’s a shame. They did look cute. Maybe I could persuade her to have Prosecco Highland cow babies instead.
Anyway, this blog, is my tired brain’s way of congratulating my lovely daughter and future son-in-law and to warn them that I am here for the odd and random wedding suggestions. (I’m still holding out for an ‘introverts corner’ with books scrabble and maybe a dog)
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