hyperpeople

At the age of 46 I've realized that I'm not actually going to become cleaner. Oh no. I've admitted defeat. And have hired a cleaner. Who comes in and does for me. Rather Edwardian, that. A bachelor gentlemen with a flat in the city and a lady who does for him. I could be Sherlock Holmes. Or Henry Higgins.

I was actually feeling a bit down. Then I watched this:

This film was made.

When CNN turns against you, your goose is well and truly cooked.

Don't run away.