Persistent little blighter

I am hopefully over the worst of the flu.  The last two days have been spent in bed despite my motivation to do other things.  Such was my fatigue yesterday, I spent most of the day in bed and still managed around six hours deep sleep last night.

I will try and get out and about in what I hope will be a warmer day than is looking likely.  Out my window, it's overcast, and the birds even seem to be half asleep with their relatively quiet chirping.

If I do go for a walk it will be very short and to the point.  A short walk a few days ago seems to have tipped me into a fatigued state of extreme proportions, so clearly I need to be careful.

I love the early mornings when the world seems almost to be asleep but then I also like talking to people too when I have enough energy.  An impromptu campaign from some neighbors yestdaerday did nothing to help my fatigue.  I was however pleased to see that other people care enough to talk to people about issues that they feel may damage the community.

A couple of emergency service vehicles were around last night too but no reports of what was going on.  Given one was designed for an arrest or two, and another was likely an ambulance (I saw from afar), other people had far more exciting, and likely worse night than I did last night.

No doubt my UK readers are familiar with the work of Carol Thatcher, winner of I'm a Celebrity - Get Me Out of Here and daughter of former British PM Margaret Thatcher.  Her book 'A Swim-on Part in the Goldfish Bowl' (2008) is well worth the read.  I'm looking forward to tracking down her other books.  I particularly found it fascinating to better understand her mother's legacy and her life as a journalist as well.  The image of Margaret Thatcher I had, unfairly, did not include her clear compassion and life of service that it should.

I will leave the end of this post with words to live by:

"I always cheer up immensely if an attack is particularly wounding because I think, well, if they attack one personally, it means they have not a single political argument left." 

Margaret Thatcher

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