veering between prosperity and catastrophe

Haru goes out to get breakfast today (delicious baguette that actually tastes like French bread, or the way it used to).
That said not much of an achieving day. I play guitar, trying to practise songs, ending up with the makings of another new one. Which is good, I’m glad for it, but equally I’d like to finish one some time.
H comes home with a Donna Wilson Cat Plate, which is a very fine thing.
For dinner I go and get pizza downstairs, which consolidates the self-indulgence of the day. Watch the Channel 4 Seven Ages of Britain, which I like a lot more than the BBC series of the same name. I wonder if they’ve been compared age for age. Do get the impression that British history is a process of veering between prosperity and catastrophe.