If tomorrow starts without me
If tomorrow starts without me,
And I am not there to see,
If the sun should rise
and see your eyes
All filled with tears for me.I wish so much you wouldn’t cry
The way you did today,
While thinking
of the many things we didn’t get to say.So when tomorrow starts without me
Don’t think we are far apart,
For every time you think of me
I’m right here in your heart.Anon
I cannot credit the lies and obfuscations directed at the general population. This from Mail-Online (No attribution) :
‘Despite claims from anti-vaxxers cardiologists say fears that covid vaccines might have fuelled an increase in heart problems are way off the mark.’
I have always thought that you are what you eat. I left France over a year ago at a good weight and pretty fit – I am a lot heavier as a consequence of being mostly sedentary since then and letting myself go. A big contributory factor has been problems with my legs which have restricted much exercise.
I recall many years ago The Atkins Diet which was the precursor of The Keto Diet – low in carbohydrates and high in animal fats. I am getting back to that again and the results are starting to show. Of course a lower weight is good for mobility.
Interesting to read that Swansea Council staff lost 100,000 equivalent work days in 2024/2025 through sickness absence. Equivalent to 9,009 full-time staff. That will no doubt be repeated throughout the land
Hat-tip to Joe Slater for his wonderfully descriptive accounts of his cycle tours. It is like being there with him. Thank you Joe. I enjoyed my cycling days but nowhere near Joe’s exploits. We had a small gang who used to cross the Mersey each Sunday and cycle into North Wales. Rhyl, Ruthin, Denbigh. Betws-Coed and one time as far as Wrexham. That was in the days when pubs were shut on a Sunday in Wales. My bike cost me £100 on the never-never in about 1957. We finished up switching to fixed wheel – great fun on the hills! Happy days.
Planning a trip to Tunisia (overland) later in the year and was surprised, flicking through accommodation adverts to see an hotel stating that it was LGBTQIA friendly!?
Reference to Surinam brought back memories of British Guiana in 1965, in many ways a lovely country and one to which I would love to go back, even to live there but that will never happen. Ah well, we can dream.
© Gillygangle 2025
