Darth Vader sulking.

The other night we went out to a Labour get together/party. And it was amazing! Everybody was made to feel welcome and everyone I met was friendly. And I noticed a few other wonky people, I was the only one in a wheelchair though. And this gave rise to me thinking like Darth Vader, ‘come, gather round. I will be your leader.’ This seemed reasonable to me.
But then I realised that,

a, I’m no leader.
And,
b, They are their own leaders.

In your mind, swap my wheelchair for a chariot. No? Still no followers? Ok, I give up. Imagine Darth  Vader pulling a sulky face, before he disappears in a cloud of smoke.

Then my phone disappeared and had been bundled up in my bedding, and chucked in the machine......FUCK!! It’s amazing how quickly you can become dependant on them. I use mine for all sorts!! I had to cope for 24 hours without it, and that’s not a 24 hours I’d like to repeat. Sad cow that I am. I write my blog on it......hello world! I order clothes, book travel plans on it.... book tickets, look up weather, look people up on it, be they Jo Cox or Tommy Robinson or anywhere in between. It just keeps me in touch.....y’know? And with that I’m gonna get back to my book....

Oh yeah, and it’s a phone!
And with that.... I thank you