Update – Unnecessary but frees my memory for what's less Transcendental
Over the past couple of weeks, I've read: Perfect and Faraway Scent of Lemon both by Rachel Joyce,  on my Kindle, The Worst Thing A Suburban Girl Could Imagine  by Melissa Banks in Penguin Pocket Editions, and I've just started The Curvy Girls Club by Michele Gorman Kindle.
And I watched the last ever episode of New Tricks on BBC1 – which is the end of an era! But the Autumn schedule has brought The Unforgotten on ITV with the wonderful Nicola Walker, who is also in River on BBC1; Homeland and Fargo both on Channel 4. And all this while trying to expunge myself of the traumas of my Teenage Tantrums here in The Woman in the Mirror and keep up to date with all the stuff going on around me in The Adventures of Daphne and Maude; and after years of pooh-poohing the inadequacies and social misfits inherent in Facebook and Twitter – I mean, who wants to know that I had Fish and Chips for tea, or used Asda's Muscle Soak or Vermilion Vanquish bubbles in my bath? No-one's going to see me in my bath if I can possibly help it, not now there's only room for me in it! And I stopped showering a few months ago when I realised that my relationship with water was best consummated in the Missionary Position – yes, truly, with me on my back and only my nose and lips – and I admit it,  boobs, tummy and knees – above the surface. And not only would I never ever take a selfie when I'm in my elemental condition, nor will I allow anyone else to be in the bathroom, never mind take a photo of me there! So it's no good begging or pleading, my eyes are sealed with mascara, my ears are stuffed with cotton wool, my lips are stuck with gloss and my slippery skin is for me alone to tell my lies about Hydrotherapy – with apologies to Adrian Mitchell, whose wonderful poem To Whom It May Concern, read by himself, was played on Roger McGough's unmissable Poetry Please on BBC Radio 4  on Sunday.
     So you see, I'm not a cardboard cut-out; I use all my senses to different degrees, I immerse myself in whatever I am experiencing (another reference to my bath-time pleasures) and use books, not simply for understanding and entertainment, but also as a kind of Distraction Therapy. Which works for me, but maybe isn't for everybody.
     And anyone who wants to find out more inconsequentials not here on Blogger, is welcome to have a look at my Facebook page Theresa Somerville or Tweet me @missteriwoman (I think that's how you do it, but I'm in the Remedial Class still) and find out what a Twat I really am.
     OMG I've only had one coffee so far this morning, I'm going through a caffeine withdarwel, abd cad't fone thright keeees- wares the coffy pit?