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I discovered today that my edit on Wikipedia adding Donald Trump to the list of famous people involved in agrostology had been amended to remove his name. A note by the editor read: “Although Donald Trump did claim to know more about grass than any human being, he has not studied it scientifically or advanced agrostology as a science.” Says it all, really. A bit like international relations, world trade, Finnish forestry, accepting of criticism, taste, class…the list goes on.
That, pretty much, was the highlight of my day. The gout still has me in its death-like grip as I stagger around the house in an attempt to appear alive. The dogs keep coming over and licking me to make sure.
Combined with the pain associated with gout, there is also the general lack of sleep caused by the constant need to go to the toilet during the night. This is because of the quantity of water I’m drinking in an effort to dissolve the uric crystals that are causing the pain in the first place.
And so, while I did some work on our UK tax, Mirinda attended her Swedish class in Stockholm, learning how different sentence placement and emphasis, can change the intent of words. I know where I’d rather have been.
I know my pain and isolation (and lack of sleep caused by urination) won’t last forever, but I really wish it would end sooner than it intends to. If for no other reason than to have something to write about.
Oh, and Tom Stoppard died today, aged 88. A great loss to British theatre.
