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Saturation point

 How many passwords can one hold in  the head?  How many things can one do at once?  I know women are multi-taskers but does that mean physically we can do more than one thing at once or that our brains are set up to think about multiple things at the same time?  My brain is at saturation point, full of words, numbers, squiggles, cryptic passwords, nonsensical ones, and they tell us not to  write them down!  Even Einstein wrote his theories on a blackboard,  he didn't try to keep them all in his poor head.

I have moved so often that I am more or less a minimalist but I have always lived in fairly large properties and this time I am moving into a very small apartment, which means I have to get rid of stuff, lots of it, and this is no easy task.  It's in good nick so I would like to sell some of it but that is no easy task.  I may have to cut my losses and give it all to charity, who are already receiving a fair chunk of it.

Someone slapped Macron  in the face.  In England they throw eggs, especially if  they are European ones, in Iraq they threw shoes at Bush and Hollande got a bag of flour all over him.  All we need is milk and we can make pancakes.  How come no-one managed to throw anything at Trump?  I would have loved something to have landed on his orange face and in his lacquered hair.  Macron is in Cornwall  this week.  I wouldn't fancy his chances there.  Pork sausages perhaps?

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