Not so much cutting edge as half-cut and still sliding.
Friday, 7 May 2010
Hanging together or being hanged separately? First try
Well, interesting that the polls were correct. And interesting times ahead, I daresay. I wonder how long it'll all last, and whether we'll have another election within a year.
We didn't get much sleep last night - in fact, the Sage couldn't sleep so came down to watch the results come in and finally dozed off on the sofa. I left the house at 7.30 and pedalled dismally off in the direction of Yagnub. My legs ached. I looked at the little upward inclination over the bridge towards the post office and thought I couldn't do it. I was too lazy to get off and walk however, so kept going.
I came away from my meeting, several hours later, dispirited. I wish I could talk about it, because it would make me feel better and you'd have interesting insights into the matter, but I may not. I came home and cooked bacon sandwiches for lunch. I offered the Sage a glass of wine "I'm having one, will you join me?" "I'll fall asleep," he confessed. "Good idea," I said. He accepted the wine.
I leap capriciously between frivolity, formality and severity. "I think we should do this very formally, dear," I said to a member of staff. And then did. There were chuckles all round at the 'dear', but I like to summarise at the end, it helps me to marshall my thoughts and, I think, is helpful for the person taking minutes. And I know when not to do it - the dear and darling, that is. I wonder if there's a deliberate quirkiness? I don't think so, but I don't mind the thought of being slightly unpredictable. But, even there, does that make me easy to read for someone perceptive?
I suspect so. I'm an open book and if you find one of the pages sticks, I'll help you to turn it. I'm no woman of mystery.
Delightful people with a little too much time on their hands
Oh, what's the problem? This is hardly Great Literature. I'd appreciate anything taken from here being acknowledged, and I might change my mind if I'm suddenly proclaimed as the Literary Queen of the Blogosphere - but I probably wouldn't. Do what you like, just as long as it doesn't extend to defamation of anyone, even me.
Actually, you want to pass off what I say as your own, I might even be flattered. Let's face it, who cares anyway?