Friendship

Our lifetime friendships can be more steadfast and trustworthy than any marriage, and considerably more treasurable.

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The great procession of Fate

 

Harry Frankfurt: On Bullshit

An invitation, with strings attached

Guests, like fish, begin to smell after three days (Benjamin Franklin)

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The time bank app

 

Gert started thinking about this after reading about an (imaginary) app called LovStat that records how much your partner loves you.

A really nasty woman, that Corelli

I never married because there was no need.  I have three pets at home which answer the same purpose. I have a dog which growls all morning, a parrot which swears all afternoon and a cat which comes home late at night.  (Marie Corelli)

Meghan Markle closes car door

That got your attention, didn’t it? Gert’s eyes nearly popped out of her head when she read it in the news this week.  Not to mention these even more extraordinary breaches of protocol:

Bunfight at the bowlo

They might be full of pensioners and tea-cosy knitting marmalade makers, but … the average bowls club is a pit of vipers.  Bullying. Backbiting. White-anting. Fallings-out are uncommonly common. There are personality clashes, etiquette breaches, temper tantrums.

Svend Brinkmann: Stand Firm – Resisting The Self-Improvement Craze

I haven’t been able to get hold of Barbara Held’s “self-help book for curmudgeons”  Stop Smiling, Start Kvetching, but I enjoyed Svend Brinkman’s description of it in his own anti self-help book  Stand Firm – Resisting The Self-Improvement Craze.   This is from a chapter that starts, “It’s much more fun to be a sourpuss than a happy-clappy type”: