Life: That’ll Do …

25th October, 2017.

You know, I was due to go into work, today.

Was, notice.

But I’m feeling annoyed, as my traitorous guts?   Decided to have an attack.

I’ve got Irritable Bowel Syndrome: and boy, it’s irritating!

Especially when it causes me to lose a days pay.

But at least I’ve figured out what’s caused the problem, after chatting with a friend or two, via Facebook Messenger service.

Yep.

Last night’s baked potato.

I’d put too much oil on the blessed thing!

~≈Ÿ≈~

So, there’s a downside.

There’s ALSO a couple of upsides.

For a start, I mentioned I managed to lose the arm of my glasses, the other day?

I did.

Well, I managed to haul my decaying carcass up to Brentwood High Street, once the stomach cramps had stopped*.

And managed to have a word with my opticians about it.

They’re going to replace the things: at — thankfully — no extra cost.

AND … ?

I managed to catch a movie.

Been a while since I've watched a decent film.
Let's see if #life is that film

— Paul Downie (@Cuddy2977) October 25, 2017

I don’t know if Life’s too short, a bitch or a four letter word.

But the film?   Is decent enough.

~≈Ê≈~

Zodiac: Blood, Guts and Seriously Uncaught Murderous Maniacs

3rd April, 2012.

Hmm … 

Now, I’ve got to confess, usually — if I’m seriously impressed by a film — I’ll usually be itching to start writing about it, straight away.

As you’re no doubt VERY aware, if you’ve read my write-up of Pontypool*.

At any rate, I have to admit to having had a quiet night in, last night.

Along with quite a lot of tea … and a copy of the 2007 David Fincher directed whodunnitº, Zodiac.

Which, despite not getting the Immediate Post treatment, is definitely worth watching.

~≈†≈~