Terror and table talk

Made the mistake of watching 'The Fifth Estate' last night. It was an hour of Russell William's confession and it was chilling. As the mother of a daughter who goes running (sometimes in the dark) I have always been fearful of what could happen to her. Even though she is married and safe, I cannot help but think that none of our daughters is safe. I know she will not like to read this, I don't like to write it, but evil and terror are with us. This was not a show I should have watched.

After my shift at the Museum today, went to lunch at the golf club and had a "monty python" experience, as I listened to elderly folks at the next table. "Hi George, may I join you?" "What?" "Are you alone?" "No, I'm not going home." "No, would you like company?" "Yes, I am very comfy." "What have you been up to?" "No, you don't need to tip-toe here, it's alright." "What's for lunch?" "You had a hunch?" "Is the special good?" "What?" "Are you enjoying your sandwich?" "No, I didn't have to use a sand wedge today." It was hilarious! It went on and on, yet both gentlemen communicated perfectly -- even if on different wavelengths entirely.