Can’t contrive to feel careworn

Those volleyball girls were actually dancing and cavorting the whole time on the rostrum – they couldn’t stand still for more than a few seconds – I’ve never seen anything like it – if that’s Brazil, then imagine what Rio will be like in 2016!

There’s a part of The Thirty-Nine steps which goes:

It was the same jolly, clear spring weather, and I simply could not contrive to feel careworn. Indeed I was in better spirits than I had been for months. Over a long ridge of moorland I took my road, skirting the side of a high hill which the herd had called Cairnsmore of Fleet. Nesting curlews and plovers were crying everywhere, and the links of green pasture by the streams were dotted with young lambs. All the slackness of the past months was slipping from my bones, and I stepped out like a four-year-old.

Substitute late summer for spring and there we are.

Two posts are sitting here, unpublished – one on Mensch’s type and it’s a long one and the other on opening doors for women. However, 1. couldn’t be a**ed, 2. not in the mood to be negative, 3. enjoying these few days except for two letters from the authorities, on the same day all this Olympic success was happening, threatening me.

The first might even have made me angry because at the very end, they conclude by saying that what they’ve threatened might be the case if I don’t behave, which I always do and thus it’s a catch-all form letter. The second is just plain wrong and – sigh – on Monday, the long process of phoning the utility and getting put in queues will bring us back to reality.

Hope there are no suicides on Monday.

I believe they’re deliberately getting things wrong, these sick people, to keep the angst level up which might have been eroded somewhat by the Olympics. It’s almost a fit of pique that someone’s having it too cushy, that nothing’s gone wrong for a while and so they need to rectify that. The concept that people could enjoy themselves euphorically must drive them absolutely spare. And last evening was a hell of an enjoyable evening.

Such a huge contrast, yes, between the utter $%^&*%$es who actively seem to want to make our lives a misery and the infectious enthusiasm of people who just want to enjoy life. Trouble is, those of us intolerant of wrong get lumped in with limited minds, with the $%^&*%$es, as if those trying to stop evil are the same as those perpetrating it.

There’s an article sitting in the inbox of one of the worst cases of leftist mindlessness and I just can’t work it into a post because 1. can’t find it now among all the other emails, 2. not in the mood – sunny Sunday, marathon and all that, 3.  it’s not my intention to help bring you down.

Enjoy Sunday, folks and may scallops rock yer tadger.   We have a long walk planned at this end.

The still makes it harder to see but they’re actually dancing with each other, not just cheering – they’re doing little dance moves – talk about infectious.  The U.S., whom they defeated, can’t help smiling [out of shot].   The Japanese don’t know what to make of it.

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