I took my elderly neighbour to the hospital because he had an appointment. The hospital was shabby and smelled like the 1970s. I thought about all the people I know who work for the NHS, and muttered quiet thanks for their patience and skill. I thought about how we even have an NHS. Later the same day, I filled out my postal vote form, and voted accordingly. Not bloody Tory.
Passing an Apple Store, I popped in to try out the new keyboard on the new MacBook Pro. Vastly, vastly better; as soon as that keyboard moves to the Air, I’ll be buying one. My wrists will thank me for it. I say that; I’m seriously tempted to buy a 4-year-old refurbished MacBook Pro to tide me over. Typing on this tiny Macbook upsets me that much.