Yesterday was a great day – we began with Tomatoes where as well as enjoying my breakfast I attempted a fiercely fiendish Guardian crossword in which the clues were alphabetical but there was no direction as to where on the grid to put them: this caused me later on to actually buy a Guardian, something I haven’t done for ages, so that I could finish it. On Saturday the Guardian is a mixed bag: the paper is fine, the review section is interesting but the magazine is frankly trash – and as for the rest, it comes under the heading of what Mark calls ‘handy throwaway sections.’
Tomatoes was followed by a trip into town to visit the Vintage Clothes Fair at the Cathedral where, as Richard III gazed down benignly upon us, I was very tempted by some of the leather bags on offer. Mark won’t wear or use leather, though, because he doesn’t want to be accused of hypocrisy: it doesn’t happen quite so much nowadays but people can be very quick to point the finger if you’re, say, vegetarian but wear leather. ‘Ah!’ they say gloatingly, pointing a finger trembling with laughter and quaking with self-righteousness, ‘but I bet you wear leather, don’t you?’ – as if that undermines your every effort to do the right thing. People are very hot on consistency, I find. Never mind that you’re trying to do something good: the fact that there is some inconsistency in your actions, seems to them to undermine the whole process.
It doesn’t happen in some areas – if you’re trying to give up cigarettes, say, and just have a couple after dinner, most people will probably say ‘well done’ or ‘good on you!’ – the same if you’re trying to give up alcohol and just have a glass with dinner. But if you’re actually adopting a different lifestyle, then God help you if you’re inconsistent in any way – because that will undermine your entire way of life.
Anyway, after the Vintage Fair we wandered around and looked at shoes: Mark failed to buy flip-flops (he doesn’t understand that summer is At An End) but I did get a t-shirt from Primark (now that undermines my whole fair-trade stance!) – and so home and later enjoying a take-away from Saardaar’s, our favourite Indian take-away. Oh, and the evening was enlivened unexpectedly by a visit from a friend we hadn’t seen in ages. So that was good. I always enjoy seeing Yvan as we talk half in French and half in English – and a conversation in two or more languages is my favourite form of chat.
Sadly I did not sleep well and have been awake since about 4.30. Feel quite energised though…