By iaint


Labas vakaras, ponios ir ponai… 

I have the blues. January blues. Post holiday blues. Brexit blues. Resumption of routine blues. Back at work blues.

On the other hand, I was in the office all day on my own and with very little going on to interrupt my work. I don’t work Fridays usually, but no-one else could and it means one less holiday day taken over the last 2 weeks. 

My usual lunch place is still closed post festivities - why do folk here want 2 weeks off work, sitting in the house watching TV in midwinter? I don’t get it. 

Anyway, every cloud has a silver lining and I went somewhere else for lunch. As you can see from the Blip, it was top class. I’ll be going back. 

I stopped at the Polish deli on the way home to get some stuff to eat tonight and a bit of EU solidarity. Or maybe I was prevaricating in the face of the mountain of ironing awaiting me…

It all made me think of this:-

mon pays

The message is he was born in Paris. France is his country. His home. 

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