I give thanks our monthly Farmer's Market is back, and that all the aches and pains continuing from earlier in the week plus a sore arm from the jab and the sense of my body processing the chemicals involved meant I felt incapable of going rather than capable but in need of a big push! Sometimes I think it's not a car I need nor even a mobility scooter but some sort of motorised settee...wouldn't that be wonderful eh?
I give thanks that things I have to do that you don't meant that I had to get out of bed and that things that happened during that meant that I had to get out of my pjs and might as well get dressed. I give thanks that humans learnt to harvest wheat so I haven't had to gather anything more arduous than toast and crumpets, though I was also grateful when I hunted in the back of the cupboard and found a can of soup to go with them - out of date but still within the limit with which we happily ate tinned food before date stamping it was thought of. As I'd already started writing this post I was grateful to have a chuckle at the flavour too...
I give thanks for a silent hour to catch up with this week's Fortitude and for grey gloom outside the window so I didn't have to draw the curtains either, which always seems a crime in itself in daytime hours. I give thanks for a good script, a good story and some damn fine acting as well so you can forget that's what you're actually watching...
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