TW: Inevitable deaths from governmental incompetence and cruelty
I’ve mentioned before that I’m getting on a bit, not quite the oldest generation but next in line, Generation X.
Right now, there’s a bit of a mini hurricane going on in my part of England, and someone’s wheelie bin might just tip over. This is the everyday life of most Brits – we might have to tidy up a bit.
Honestly, this is the kind of stuff that occupies my mind most of the time. My interests don’t really extend to relationships; it’s just not my thing anymore.
So, in that sense, I’m a bit like Santa, unless you’ve got a thing for smooching folks dressed up as Santa. I don’t do the whole Santa get-up.
Am I generous? I’d love to be able to be generous, but I’d rather not find myself in a situation where I have to choose between food and heating. This winter might bring more than just grumbles.
It would be lovely if Santa could swing by next Christmas, but he’s only in the business of generosity with the living, it seems.
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