Every time I see the window washers, I think of George Formby and his famously naughty 1930s song, When I’m Cleaning Windows.
It was too risque for BBC Radio.
It is all too easy for me to slip into just hanging around the Old Bat’s Cave.
So I went to the movies again today.
Also had lunch out and stopped at the grocery store.
A multipurpose outing.
Several people recommended The Sheep Detectives.
It was charming. Positive. Upbeat.
And less than two hours long.
At 82, I am no longer trying to do everything.
If truth be known, I am not really trying to do anything.
The goal now is simply to keep things pleasant and manageable for as long as possible.