The Cliches are All Right

Gmail and Apple mail have ceased interacting for me and I cant send email. Jules and I took some of Fi's baked pies to football - yum (Jules elected to have no gelatine and she claimed this was fine). My confidence waned towards the 90th minute when Russell Martin scored and we were jubilant. Of course Bill Shankly was wrong football's not more important than life or death, neither is functioning email. And I can be smug for the next few months receiving life's minor stressors with a phlegmatic shrug because at the end of the day, in the scheme of things, the cliches are usually right and if no one's died it's not the end of the world. Been there, done that.