To Imane, pt 82

Yesterday I did a search for, "I shall not say or do anything interesting until Imane shares the idea". I don't consider this post to be interesting.

Greta posted a video on Instagram of Alaa Salah encouraging a crowd to protest against Sudan's government in 2019. She also posted a Story of the film Strejkarna. Letterboxd lists Greta in the cast of the film.

Yesterday I had started reading the book, The Ogre Downstairs, randomly selected from my third-oldest sister's book collection. I had believed it to be the book that is actually titled Archer's Goon until I had read over a page of it. I stopped reading it when I got to page 52, which I will just quote in its entirety up to the relevant passage as I have nothing better to do:

as he showed them in, laughed too and made the same sort of jokes in reply. Caspar stared rather because he had hardly ever seen Douglas laugh before, and because Douglas had changed his clothes and looked just as grown up as his friends.

"Coffee and so on set out on the kitchen table, Douglas," said Sally.

"Thanks," Douglas replied, obviously too busy showing his friends into the dining room to hear what Sally had said.

The Ogre was standing in the doorway of the sitting room with the grim look that he usually reserved for Johnny or Caspar. "I'm beginning to regret this already," he said. "Where did Douglas get those awful clothes?"

"I got them for him," said Sally, a trifle guiltily. "He seemed to have grown out of everything else."

"Are they fashionable or something?" asked the Ogre.

"Very," said Sally.

"I feared as much," said the Ogre, and went and turned the television on.

Since the Ogre was clearly in his stormiest mood, Caspar dared not do anything but sit quietly over a map of South America, trying to decide on a Geography project. The Ogre gave him several irritated looks, but he said nothing. The television produced the Ogre's favourite kind of programme for him — the kind in which Officials and Ministers explained that the country was in a considerable state of crisis, but that they were doing this, that and the other thing to cure it. Caspar bit back several yawns of boredom and wondered how his mother could stand it.