It has been a shit week. I do not want to tell you about what a shit week it has been. You, I hope, do not want to hear about what a shit week it has been. You would, I hope, want to read about anything else. Now, if I could just get the thoughts of what a shit week it as been out of my brain, give thoughts room for other things to think about, that would be good, or at least passable. But nooooo, not yet it isn’t. Not yet at all. I am hoping to get something better to think about by thinking happy thoughts. Like World War II. That is something happier than my shit week. I am bringing it to mind by watching FOYLE’S WAR.
FOYLE’S WAR is a British drama, a mystery drama, set in Hastings Sussex. That would be on the south coast of the country. Close to where France was busy being run over by the Nazis and every boat they could muster ferry ferried over men to keep them from being killed or captured. It was a setting for the second episode. Now watching that was a dream boat of an evening compared to my shit week. We plan to watch more tonight. I expect to cheer up even more. Thanks to the drama.
Have I told you about my week? No? Good.
I am going to work on my night by watching some British drama. They do good stuff. Especially FOYLE’S WAR, I do not have their problems. They have some really, actual, shit weeks. We collectively do not have shit weeks. At least not yet.
~~ MichaelRpdx :: rknm/48