It's a wet. miserable day here and our plan is to stay indoors as much as possible. I've started the day by watching a video on Youtube: a fellow called Scott who was spending a day in Andorra, a place I'll never visit. Marilyn is now watching one of her favourites: a young woman called Brogan and I can't stand it so I'm retreating to my desk to write this blog. I've tried to analyse why I can watch Scott wandering through the streets of Andorra but can't tolerate Brogan visiting a town in England. I keep coming up with the word 'shallow'. Scott just goes out and wanders through different places, catching public transport, eating local food and so on. Brogan, on the other hand, talks too much, goes on shopping trips, models the clothes she buys, loves Disneyland, collects pins and has a gormless husband called Benjy who wears his baseball cap backwards. All of that drives me crazy.
We were probably better off before television entered our lives.
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