On a clear, bright morning in spring, it would be good to set out on a new adventure, in search of a new life.
But today is neither clear nor bright, just dull and grey with the sound of the wind between the rooftops. And there are no new adventures in the offing, nor, most likely, any new lives to be had which are substantially different from the present one.
Just to say, that first sentence popped into my head as I sat down at the computer. I know it sounds like the start of something, but I’m buggered if I know what. Except that the first phrase – up to ‘spring’ – has a nice lilt to it, as though it could be the first line of a poem. Quite clichéd though, like all those folk songs that start on the lines of ‘One morning in May…’ but which, come to think of it, descend into tales of lust and seduction (when sung by Steeleye Span), and sometimes betrayal, revenge and horrible death.
Well, that’s got those cheery thoughts out of the way.
I put my bedside clock forward last night at bedtime, and when I woke it said 5:20, which was good because I thought I could get up at my usual time and slip quite easily into the new time frame – but in reality I ended up lying in bed anyway listening to podcasts and not getting up till seven. Then I messed about with changing the central heating clock, which was easier than I expected, but as I’ve been doing it every six months for the last four years I should have got a bit more proficient by now. The thing that still bothers me though is that there are two programmes, one for Monday-to-Friday and one for weekends, and I can’t work out how to get onto the weekend programme to change it. At the moment I have it coming on at 6:30 in the week but not till 7:00 at weekends, it took me a while to realise why it was still cold when I got up on Saturdays and Sundays. The instructions I have are on the inside cover of the little box, small print and hard to see, so I have to take it off the wall and into a well-lit area in order to read them, but even then I can’t find out what I need to know. I can override it by pushing the ‘up’ or ‘down’ buttons to adjust the thermostat, so that’s what I do in the mornings if it feels too chilly, but I would like to sort it out.
Other than that – and something falling through the basket of the dishwasher and jamming the rotating arm so that everything which should have come out clean is covered with crud which has baked on during the drying part of the cycle – there aren’t enough words left to say anything else – except I had to unravel my jumper again yesterday.
A large proportion of our entertainment – stories, plays, films, and, particularly, computer games – involve wars, violence, crime and, often, violent revenge. Which makes me wonder why we expect people to be civil to each other in real life, it’s a wonder that so many are!
Heating systems instructions are meant to be difficult to understand. But you could take a torch to the ‘little box’ rather than carry it to the light.
I think I could find employment writing instructions for things!
That would require finding a torch, and possibly batteries as well.
But it’s not just the light – I get a crick in my neck trying to read it when it’s on the wall – easier to take it down.
I watch a lot of detective dramas, but mainly because I like something which has a puzzle and mystery at its heart – I’m not very good at guessing the perpetrators but I like the surprise.
As they say, there’s no drama without conflict.
I ignore the gore, though they do seem to be getting gorier than they used to be.
They are, gorier than they used to be I mean.
I could go on – so I will for a mo.
Why do people ride bikes on the pavement? Where do toddlers learn to ride their little bikes? with Mum and/or Dad helping them to ride along the pavement. Why wouldn’t they grow up thinking it’s OK to ride on the pavement?
And the current explosion of female complaints about unwanted male advances are, at least in part, encouraged by provocative dress. Why would women wear skimpy, figure hugging/exposing clothing if they didn’t want the attention of males?
I could go on and on….