Nicky, you were right
When you said you couldn’t do it
You made so many mistakes
Took your chances and blew it
You knew what was right
But still chose to do what was wrong
Now your houses are burning
And the peasants hail rousing song
Consigned yourself to history
The last of the clan to fall
Your future will be repeated
At the revolution’s final call
Gratitude Journal
I am so happy and grateful that all our cats are happy and well. Usually, there is one that is sick but let’s hope we can stay like this for a while.
Seems to be some problems with electricity around the city today but I managed to get some amazing coffees in before that. It’s fantastically and eerily quiet – no low hum – just the expected noises of cars going by, people talking and birds cooing.
Ah! It’s back – that low hum from the fans is good, now I’m getting that cool air.
I spoke to Hayden yesterday, he sounded neutral – no real negativity or enthusiasm. I think it’s tough for him during these lockdowns and I hope he doesn’t self-lockdown when things open up again. Like what happened to me when meeting Bronwyn, I hope he one day meets someone who can change his life and move him forward.
Amy and I started watching The Last Czar yesterday and it is impossible not to make comparisons with Thailand. Will there be a similar conclusion one day?