April 18th, 2019

Going Clear

I haven't looked at a newspaper once since we came away.

Alright, that isn't quite true- I read a couple of articles about Notre Dame, but that was a story that was all over the Net and I clicked onto the newspaper pieces for further information.

I intend to keep up a similar regime once we get home.

The Telegraph may be hard to avoid because we have it delivered to the house and I don't intend to stop doing the crossword- but I've broken the habit of clicking first thing on the Guardian site and then on the Mail site- and can't see a reason for taking it up again.

Reading newspapers is a bad habit- like smoking. You're ingesting a distorted view of the world and it doesn't make you happy.

En Route

We came over the Pennines by way of the Snake Pass- so called for the way it winds about as it passes over some of the highest and bleakest country in England. My brother-in-law used to make the trip twice in a day, commuting between Manchester and Sheffield. Put it this way, it's not something I'd choose to do.

And then we went through Sheffield. I lived there for five months in 1969- but I didn't recognise a thing- and if I hadn't known where we were I'd never have guessed. The city has changed and my memories have faded- and that's how it goes....