Rambleonanon

0330 Sat 12 2020

Woke at 0300.

Bogie time.

‘A man who never made a mistake never made anything.’ Einstein and Roosevelt are both credited with that statement, and I think Churchill borrowed it too. And it’s a favourite saying of mine.

But it doesn’t carry much weight at 0300.

I used to sleep like the proverbial log, but recently I’ve been waking up two, or sometimes three times a night to go to the loo, I’m sure you wanted to know that — coulda done with brackets there, I’ll use dashes instead — old-age I’m told. And sometimes the bogies attack when I return to my bed, memories of mistakes I’ve made over the years. And when I analyse my regrets I realise that the only person that has suffered from them is me! So why worry?

Bogies.

Maybe I’ll write them down one day, print them and then ceremoniously burn them in the garden waste incinerator. But not now, it would worry the neighbours.

And now that they’ve retreated, the bogies, I’ll get back to Christmas cards. That means a trip to the garage in my pyjama shorts, thick cardi and thermal slippers — something else for the neighbours’ interests, although I expect that they’re all asleep — unless they have bogies too. Maybe everyone does.

I went. There’s just a glimmer of light in the sky and an ever-so-slight drizzle. Fortunately my slippers have a plastic sole.

You might have wondered about the connection between Christmas cards and the garage. Well, I needed my Stanley knife and it was in the garage. Be patient. I’d drawn three cards to an A4 sheet of glossy, photo paper and a Stanley knife, steel rule and a cutting-mat are the best tools for cutting them out — if you don’t have a guillotine, which not many people do these days due, I think, to the perceived danger of cutting fingers off, if not heads.

So, do it now!