“This is one more piece of advice I have for you: don't get impatient. Even if things are so tangled up you can't do anything, don't get desperate or blow a fuse and start yanking on one particular thread before it's ready to come undone. You have to realize it's going to be a long process and that you'll work on things slowly, one at a time.” ― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
Am I supposed to use the new Post editor, or the old one? They seem quite different and up until very recently, I was using the new one.
Anyhow, here I am, just after 5 am. Coffee poured.
Normal service is resumed.
For the record (mine only), I'm loving my coffee sent from Stefan Powell of the Fresh Water Coffee House, particularly now that I've got my Aeropress back from the office. It's so fresh, clean and feels like the way coffee should be drunk. And yes, if that, in these straightened times, sounds a tad ostentatious and/or our grandiose, I don't give a flyin' fig. It's one of the few *coughs* luxuries left!
So, the Prime Minister has, at last, put his foot down and spelt out the Rules Of The Game. Thank god. I'd say it's too little too late but then again, what do I know? I'm no expert!
(Oops, in case you're wondering, that's a tilt at all those people who, overnight, have turned themselves from experts on, inter alia, Brexit, the Constitution and the new world order into immunologists. As far as I'm concerned they can all take a flyin' ...You get the point.)
Patience. What of it?
Well, my parents, and theirs I suspect, used to say ad nauseum: "It's a virtue".
To hell with that!
I was on a mission to get somewhere. Patience: that's for losers.
Just plain dumb.
I mean, it might have been apposite to ask myself a more important question first like, ermm, where exactly are you headed?