I've been a bit hung over all day, because of a dinner party at which my host (the mother of a young friend) waylaid me and pinned me against a wall to tell me that she found me very attractive - twice. Well, it was nice food and nice to be complimented like that, but I cannot help wondering if the drink had something to do with it. I'll have to ask her again when her hangover has worn off, then see if she can even remember saying anything of the sort, or even who I am. I wonder how I would have reacted if it was her daughter and not her who had said the same thing... Nah, best not even think about it.
I had to get up ridiculously early this morning (10.30 a.m.) to go to a 'brunch' with another woman friend and 4 of her 6 children. There was champagne on offer, but I wisely declined it, even though I think it would have sorted out my hangover within about 3 minutes.
I still managed to drive into one of the sensors on the pillar of her electric gates though - destroying it - so that I now need to arrange for the company to go round and fit a new one. That's going to be expensive.
I have just been listening to a radio program about the Bill Gates Foundation, and how many large charities will not accept some of the billions he is giving away for world wide health care. There is - apparently - a general suspicion about what would motivate the richest man in the world to give it all away, and I find this very hard to understand, since he does not seem to have any party political motives, unlike the doners to governments who think it is acceptable to part with 500,000 whatevers, simply to get some sort of title which they have hankered after since their parents were selling vegetables in Berwick Street market.
I was reminded about a lord (forgotten which one) who dressed up as a commoner in around 1900, then hung around on a London street corner handing out £5 notes to passers-by, when five pounds was the equivalent of about £1000. Only one person took up his offer all day, despite that he had hundreds of notes to give away. People were suspicious of 'crazy' behaviour, and it seems like they think Mr Gates might be a bit crazy too.
Well, if you are reading this, Bill, I wouldn't mind a contribution to the electric gate repair on my friend's house.