Don’t worry, everything’s going to be cushty!

Three more episodes, and Only Fools and Horses is over. We'll miss the characters from Nelson Mandela House in Peckham, as well as Boycie and the others. Uncle Albert is a hilarious figure, but I find Grandad even more captivating. His voice and appearance were unforgettably remarkable. Yesterday evening, while giving Ági a foot massage, I saw a couple of interviews with Del Boy, more precisely with Sir David Jason, and he came across as a highly intelligent, modest, but extremely loveable gentleman. Even though the decades turned him into an older man, there is this mischievous twinkle in his eyes while he talks about the show and his character.

The weather was way better today than yesterday. It was much colder outside during the day, but at least we could see the sun. The next two days will be similar to today, but the long-term forecast predicts rain and snow on Wednesday and Thursday. I can't help but wonder if Christmas will be white this year. Chances are we'll have a grey one this year again. Memories of the white and cold winters linger only in my mind and that of the older generation. Even though there were several unusual trends in the past, the summers were warm, autumns were colder, winters were freezing with snow, and springs weren't hot. We could go out in a T-shirt three weeks ago without freezing, which was odd. When I was a kid, November used to be cold, and the beginning of December brought even more frigid temperatures with snow. Undoubtedly, the climate is changing, causing more and more calamities. Merci buckets for us human beings.

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Chillaxing

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