Having a home office can sometimes be a drag. Been working from home all day. I haven’t actually left the house. I’m not sure if that’s only a tad bit insane. In any case, what can I write about if I haven’t left the house?

Dinner. PJ and I usually eat dinner around 8 p.m. I don’t think this is normal tea time as I’ve noticed that there is always some graphic surgery or colonic cleansing on at that time. We’ve taken to watching “Dragon’s Den” on Wednesdays because it is the most benign show on. But eating while watching someone’s dreams get dashed against the wall is not my idea of a relaxing time. Why watch TV at all whilst eating? My point exactly. When I was growing up, I would never think of sitting in front of the TV during dinner time. But, alas, PJ is from a different generation. Sit we do. Watch we do. And I am developing an ulcer. What does this have to do with London? Ummm…hmmmm…Dragon’s Den is filmed in London?

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