Day/Off / September 28 2008
I tried to take a day off yesterday but ended up being busier than usual.
The thing is, I cannot actually remember doing anything terribly useful; nor can I report that I achieved anything even remotely significant throughout the entire day – despite the fact that I was constantly occupied. My days of rest always seem [...]
Another Close Encounter / September 22 2008
“Hello again. Are you . . . Were you all right the other day? You seemed a little . . .”
“Oh, yes. No. Sorry about that; I’m having a few problems at home.”
“Oh, how unfortunate; never mind, I’m sure things will improve. Ha ha ha. Your little spaniel is as crazy as ever.”
“He’s going to [...]
Valve Compressors and Angry Bees / August 28 2008
What the hell is happening in the control-room?
Insects and other creepy-crawlies love it in there: spiders, earwigs, flies, beetles, even Audrey – who is, of course, not an insect – has chosen an area under the mixing desk as her favourite sleeping-place in the whole house. And whenever anyone comes to visit, they always gravitate [...]
A Crow Descending / July 16 2008
After being dive-bombed by an angry crow on the rec’ for ten minutes earlier today, Audrey and I took a different route home, along Landsbury Avenue and past the sewage works on the other side of the village. We regretted it.
Just before we reached the junction with the main road that leads to Mansfield, we [...]
Let Them Eat Cake / February 28 2008
People are so wonderful sometimes.
My elderly next-door-neighbour Mary knocked on the door about an hour ago and handed me a plate full of honey and raisin muffins. ‘I made too many,’ she said.
I was touched. Mary is incredibly tolerant; she never complains about the noise being made in the studio and is always gracious and [...]
Note / January 6 2008
A handwritten note was pushed through the letterbox early this morning. On it was scrawled: ‘Dear Mrs, Please not to make so much noise. We old. OLD.’
Although it reads as if it were written by a person of oriental origin, I am fairly certain that it is from my next-door-neighbours – not Mary, who is [...]
