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None of it's true

Today is the last day of dry January.  I was told that if one gives up alcohol for a month, the skin looks better, you look younger and you sleep better.  Well I was wandering around the house at 2.30am so forget the sleeping bit and when I looked in the mirror my skin, which as a child was covered in freckles, is now covered in age spots.  As for looking younger, hogwash.

As I couldn't sleep at 2.30am I watched a CNN special about  QAnon.  This is a loose collection of conspiracy theorists, ranging from the flat earth society to 9/11 never happened.  None of their crazy ideas are true and to make matters worse they have made Trump their cult leader.  Why would you follow a spoilt five year old who suffers from delusion and temper tantrums?  These are scary people because, apart from the fact that you can't reason with them or even have a conversation, they are also violent.  Only the US could have some of their followers sitting in power in congress, trying to get their colleagues to join their cult.

After months and months of not having my hair cut due to the pandemic I took to the scissors and chopped nearly 3 inches off the bottom.  It is not easy cutting the back of your hair but I don't think I did a bad job.  When I told my children they said 'I hope you did a better job than you did on us when we were kids.'  'Unfair',  I thought.  We were living in countries that didn't have hairdressers and they didn't complain at the time.  'That's not true,' they chorused, 'we did complain but it made no difference.'  I was sitting in bed later feeling misjudged and put out.  I think I cut their hair pretty well under the circumstances.  I looked up at a painting of my youngest son from our time in Khartoum, and then to one of my second son when he was 8 and we were in eastern Europe.  On the other wall were photos of my eldest son who was 9 at the time and then I noticed that they all had the same hair cut, pudding bowl fashion.  I take it back, my sons are right and it is not true that I can cut hair.


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