First: An article in today’s Guardian newspaper with the heading: “After this week, I no longer see Brexit as unstoppable” (Hoorah, I said to myself)
Second: A lovely quotation about growing old by an American poet I have only just heard about, called Jorie Graham:
"You have to be ready for the late work. Make sure you develop a toolkit that's wide enough for every middle stage and especially for the end...
I am living in the late season, but it has its songs, too”
I like to think that I, too, am living in my late season, and I hope that my late season “has its songs, too”.
Third: (and a most stupid, and therefore laughably funny advert, noticed on an estate agent’s window): “Find your happy”, it said.
Who on earth came up with this ridiculous wording? “Find your happy what?” If it had said something like “Find your happy home”, that would have been a bit more understandable, although not very much so, but as it is, it has puzzled me every time I pass the estate agent on the bus, as I do nearly every day. I wondered whether I should go in and ask them to explain what the advert means, but then decided there are more important things to do with my time.