Actually no it isn’t, not any more but it was. About four hours ago, I’ll have you know – and I wasn’t happy about it. Oh no. I hate waking up in the night, especially to worry about money. I did eventually get back to sleep but felt terrible when I woke up. And now several limericks are pounding my brain, including the following;
Of course you’re not jogging and tired
that horse that you’re flogging’s expired
the system’s unjust
you boom but we’re bust
— I haven’t got a last line yet but something about your brain needing to be rewired.
Re-reading this blog yesterday; it’s astonishing how much I’d forgotten. Have broached the blackberry wine – it’s much too early but the strawberry was too sweet so I needed something to counterbalance it. It’s not too bad but has a slight saccharine after-taste which is somewhat mystifying as there was nothing remotely sacchariney in it.
Holly is doing well at college; working hard and producing good stuff although she complains about having to start before 9 am most days. Though Mark went on his inaccurately named ‘away-day’ yesterday, I didn’t have anything on so started to clear out the shed, chop wood for the fire; then went for a walk along the canal. Then we watched Dr Who – great episode I thought; I want to know what would have been in the Doctor’s room.
A lot of stuff keeps recurring; similar to Orwell’s Room 101 and Boggarts in Harry Potter.
Apparently Rowling is getting into digital media; that’s fine for her and it may I suppose be the way to go for some writers but, dammit, she’s already famous. When I look at The Way Things Are I am tempted to despair – it gets harder and harder to be published and soon books will be obsolete and blah blah blah and at four in the morning it gets to seem like a total bloody disaster.
Which is where we came in.
Hey! Remember when you could watch films at the cinema until the point where you came in?
Today I will be mostly… going to church and getting my Explorer’s cupboard key back from Richard.
Oh, and going to Peter’s for vegan food
Kirk out
Sarada Gray 