They crowd into the dirty lift with no masks on.
They ain't got no culture. I'm increasingly hating and fearing young people. At the same time, I feel sorry for them, as their lives promise to be so bleak, even by my standards.
I still haven't been to a museum since they re-opened. I hate the lack of spontaneity, having to book ahead. Of course, the shows will be less crowded than usual, so that's a plus... I can't print out tickets, either, though, what a bore. I do want to see the Paul Rego show, though, and that New Painting one at the Hayward.
My innards still ache from all the bile-boaking I did yesterday. Meh.
R Next Door is annoyed with me because I still say hello to her enemies in the park, and pet 'dangerous dogs'. She's also low because this bloke she has a crush on ( Or was he actually her 'boyfriend'?) has moved to Norway, because Brexit.
Have been watching a series about the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Wow, the interior looks so different now, all 'modern', and rather bland to my mind. I liked it better when museums were darkish and a bit spooky.