The Predictable and The Unpredictable

A certain woman's social media postings are so boring and utterly predictable - like her life. I say woman because she is no lady!

Food glorious food, to borrow a quote, and Mr Booze, to borrow another seem to be the center of her world along with someone that is far from her ideal. Fancy ending up being trapped in such a situation. Trapped, she is, with, to use his own words, '(He's) an irritating twat'

Not a word that forms part of my vocabulary, although I retain a recording of him using it in a different context. Really does apply to him though. Predictable weekends and predictable holiday destinations. Could you both only afford a week in Spain? Such is life...yours not mine.

Independence Day has come and gone, the BIG BBQ in NH has come and gone and we have come and gone from our home in New Hampshire.

Arrived yesterday earl morning in London and spent part of the day here and part of the day taking a trip downriver to Greenwich, which was relaxing. Cloudy but really warm.

Here's a taster - nothing predictable about us - in these few photos:

Tomorrow we leave for Paris on our re-jigged summer tour. Next photos from there or perhaps Carcassone or Barcelona etc...wait and see :-)

Our lives thrive on a certain unpredictability unlike yours. I recollect you said you didn't want to be bored. Well your life seems to be just that - predictable and boring. Eat, drink, weekends up there and entirely predictable vacations in Spain. And...you thought my life might have been boring. Shows how wrong you were. Wrong about me, about your choice of man, location and lifestyle. Your choice, but it was the wrong one and now you know it well and truly. C'est la vie mon 'ami'!

Back to my book...writing that is...not reading.

Ciao