Early Sunday morning I walked the dogs with two of my neighbours down the cemetery. We talked of many things as ladies do.
Firstly we discussed the randomly parked car with someone asleep under a duvet. I explained I used to drive up to the top of Ilkley moor and have a power nap in the car sometimes because the baby daddy wouldn’t allow me to have tonsillitis never mind a hangover. Maybe they needed to just sleep. We all nodded in sympathy but probably spoke a bit too loud anyway as we walked past.
We talked about the the sexual assault that happened last week in the park we walk our dogs in and the rape that happened in the neighbouring park that we don’t because we’ve always found it creepy.
As we picked up poo we wondered incredulously how Zelenskyy thinks he can keep taking the absolute piss expecting more of our depleted resources for a war with no end. We decided he should probably give it up mate for fucks sake.
In between discussing the price of our energy bills and the possibility of yet another house being built on the old morgue site and making more fucking building row we unanimously agreed that Netanyahu was overstepping the mark bigtime now too. There’s retaliation and there is annihilation.
We talked about how the labour government was turning out even worse than we had imagined and who the hell voted for them and about going for a new blind from Dunelm and the bus times.
I went home, gave the dogs a treat, made a milky coffee and…