Scour the news for an entirely uninteresting story. Consider how it connects to your life. Write about that.

Firstly, what do you call interesting? As far as I’m concerned war and violence are entirely uninteresting to the point they should not exist. That’s the highest level of uninteresting.

Politicians lying to our faces and us playing the game and still voting for them, just to get the same results, that’s slightly less uninteresting with a side order of stupidity.

All kinds of prejudice are pointlessly uninteresting and also should not exist. I’m human, you’re human. We have a lot in common. Just being human isn’t interesting.

The Olympic opening ceremony wasn’t that interesting, perhaps mistaking Bacchus for Jesus was a bit, but swimmers getting sick due to swimming in a polluted river is just ridiculous. Therefore predictable and not interesting.

Harry and Meghan again. Can we let the King and Kate heal then get back to them? Shocking behaviour at the BBC, getting beyond boring to cancellable.

I could go on. How does this relate to my life? It all keeps appearing in the news and I’m nosey.

But this!

Quote from the Independent Newspaper, UK.

“Children on summer holidays are soon to reach peak boredom, according to to research

Research has found the point when the novelty of not being at school wears off for children on school holiday.”

The date is August the 12th! Put it in your diaries. Yet another thrilling subject to avoid.

How does it impact me and my life, not one bit. I’m 67 and far from bored. If I were a parent I’d probably be frantic, especially as they have five more weeks to endlessly complain about boredom.

I can visualise parents sinking into bed at night having shakily crossed off one more day of school holidays! When…

“Muuuum!”

“Yes sweetheart?”

“I can’t sleep!”

“just try to relax darling and sleep will come and find you.”

“I caaan’t relax.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m booooorrred.”

“Hubby darling.”

“Yes dear?”

“You know the whole second child plan?”

“Yessss?”

“Have a vasectomy.”

“But dear, you’re on the pill.”

“I know but we can’t be too careful, also buy some condoms while you’re out tomorrow.”

Deep sigh

“Five more weeks!”

Sound of quiet sobbing.

“Muuum…I’m still bored and now I’m hungry!”

“Sleeping tablets?”

“Excellent idea, crush one in some custard.”

“I meant for us!!!!”

“Sorry my bad. I’m an awful mother.”

“I should think so…I think at his age a half will be enough.”

“Reginald!”

So the only effect on me is that this gives me an opportunity to find a smile in the middle of the chaos.

And that’s no bad thing.

I’ll leave you with this!

If that were our only problem.

Magic Monday

We need Magic in the UK right now.

Deb xx