2012 — 15 April: Sunday
Silly me! I mean, there I was, having a not very sleep-filled night, and what awaits me in my morning email? Of course: 55 photos (not yet the official ones, either) from the wedding 'downunder' and the news that Big Bro...
... is now "Off thrashing the sea for some more fish1 this afternoon!". So I guess I'll be the sibling dashing around trying to find out how dear Mama is getting on in hospital, then?
Life? Don't talk to me about Life.2
The sun is shining. The sky is blue. The time is 07:23. The humour remains black :-)
Licked dry
Hard to disagree, and amusingly put:
We live in the era of determinedly selling public assets and then carrying on as if the consequences aren't annoying — as if we haven't just endured a sodden Easter weekend with months of hosepipe ban ahead and no one at whom to scream "Why didn't you dig more sodding reservoirs, you incompetent scum?!", other than various consortia of international investors. There's no government department to blame for the shortage. No feeling that the cash saved by failing to improve the infrastructure is at least money the British public has retained rather than economies made at our collective expense by unaccountable strangers.
Is there anything...
... quite as enticing as the lure of a simple pair of solutions to a complex problem?
I'm reminded of the question asked by (sadly fictional President) Jed Bartlet after he'd been forced to watch daytime TV for several hours: "Tell me — these people aren't allowed to vote, are they?"
Jolly chilly...
... out there in the bits exposed to the northerly wind, but a pleasant 6-plus mile walk around Froxton Green enlivened, at one point, by a phone call I almost missed (my mobile's 'discreet' setting is frankly far too subtle) telling me that dear Mama is out of hospital and once more gathered into the bosom of her (still-closed) care-home with a chest infection but no bones broken. Isn't that dandy?
Among the (long)...
... list of things I don't quite understand is why on earth it's been so long since I last played any of the ambient? jazz? avantegarde? music of Eberhard Weber. "Fluid rustle" (which I first bought back in the late 1970s on the German ECM label on vinyl) is gently chuntering away in the background. Lovely stuff, ideal for a late but sunny Sunday afternoon.
And for the early evening, how about a four-part video "interview" with the delightful Shary Flenniken?