Boxing Day

I have just had a turkey sandwich for my lunch.   It is raining.    I am wearing a hat indoors because the air temperature is cold in here. I am sitting by an oil-filled radiator, on,  and the central heating,  on.   I am warm all over except for the top of my head, hence the hat.

The sandwiches were turkey and red cabbage, my own red cabbage made on a regular basis through the winter to have with cold meats, my staple diet being meats.   Shop bought pickled red cabbage is nothing like home made.  You have to make it and eat it quickly, like within about 2 weeks, so I only make small batches at a time.

I am having a cup of tea with the lunch.

I got up late and had a wash.  Now that I live alone I wash less than I used to unless I am going out to see people.  At home alone for a few days does not require a great deal of washing.

Tomorrow life will return to normal as I am going to the hairdressers.  Although my hair is shortish I don't like hairwashing at all.   So as the girls are opening tomorrow I said I would be one of their customers.   In fact they are both fully booked and I got the last available appointment and not my usual one of the two girls.   These are the two young entrepreneurs who rent a lock-up and run their pop-up hairdressers.  Pop-ups are the latest business enterprise of the spirited young and even reached Masterchef this time round you may have noticed (the professional chefs went to cook in some ready-made pop-ups).

I tested out the words Zoomers or Z Zoomers  (the latest name for their generation I believe but it is not easy to keep up with these things;  they are both 23) and Millennials on them  last time I was there and they both said  a resounding Nooooo, not us.  But then I said "but you are,  pop-up shop, making money, young and savvy? " but still a resounding "Nooooo".     They admitted they both want to make money and they don't want to be handing it over to anyone else, except the taxman I reminded them,  and they see work as the means to an end and no university for them, never wanted it.   They work six days a week - well it is their own business - and are saving like mad.  They have boyfriends who do jobs like roofers and bricklayers  and cars at weekends.   They seem to be more normal than normal and unashamedly so and no interest in London at all and what actually a zoomer might be because neither of them had actually heard of them!    They  told me they don't even drink alcohol. Good God what is the world coming to?    The divide between the London elite and the rest of the country is vast on both sides and one side doesn't know what the other side is doing.   It is difficult to see this country ever coming together.