A Day the Same as Many Others

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Today I thought I’d write a list of everything that happened today, to prove that a day could take 5,000 words to describe and that what we discuss in our blogs is a very small part of what happens to any of us in our daily lives.

I got up, had overnight oats with two sorts of fruit (discuss overnight oats, lazy cooking and the concept of bananas for breakfast). Watched Tv whilst eating breakfast, can’t remember what was one, had toast, despite vowing to cut calories and carbs, put shoes on (which was quite easy today despite my knees being resistant to bending) and left the house. Noted evidence of overnight rain in garden, reflected on the large bill for roofing and new guttering, reflected on the poor state of the house – a direct consequence of me buying  a house that had been bodged up by an amateur property developer and the surveyor I employed not doing a very good job.

Got into car. Employed sarcasm to Julia, who had filled the back of the car, and the field of view of my rear view mirror, with a lilac tree she wanted for the gardens. It is pot bound and it has stopped flowering. Then moved on to criticism when I started off and found it wasn’t properly secured. I spend half my life with soil in the car because of things like this and she never learns. However, it pays to overlook this sort of thing if you want to stay married. Pointed out how lucky she was to have an easy-going man like me as a husband. She seemed to find this amusing.

The Boredom of my Day

The roads were clear again as everyone seems to be away on holiday, though I did suffer from  snarled up junction at one time and selected an alternative route. Chatted bout her work. Discussed the reasons for “builders’ bum”. decided it was the poor cut of modern trousers. I avoid it by wearing long vests and suitable shirts. I am a paragon of considerate dressing when it comes to things like this. Someone we both know has a habit of showing far too much rear cleavage when bending.  A vest in this context is an American “undershirt”. Carried on to chat about some of Julia’s workmates. For reasons of manners, and the law of libel, I will treat this as confidential.

Used the ring road today, so discussed other drivers, several cyclists, electric cycles and their use as a chicane on the footpath so that blind people can’t get past. There is a general lack of consideration for others, abandoned electric bikes from out city trial is just one manifestation.

That’s 445 words, we hve just reached Julia’s work and I have spent 450 words on it so far, and not even really discussed any of the subjects, just noted them.

I think this proves a point I have been considering for  while now – blogging presents a biased picture of small slice of our lives. I have often called by life tedious before, but until you read the list of things i talk about did you realise quite how dull it really is? The air was so wet this morning that as I left Julia and drove by a sports field I could actually smell wet grass. My journey to work was fairly uneventful apart from a couple of lorries getting a bit close. At this point in the writing I realise I have failed to mention that we discussed traffic lights, the removal of road works and the driving of a man in a Ford Fiesta.

Sometimes I compose poetry in my head in this bit of the journey. This didn’t happen this morning, but it didn’t matter as I usually forget it anyway, or it never seems as good as I thought when I originally thought of the words.

There we go – 650 words of trivial drivel and I haven’t even got to work yet . . .

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22 thoughts on “A Day the Same as Many Others”

  2. LA

    First off, I actually love hearing how people describe their days, because how people get through the day can be interesting depending on how you write it. When you wrote about sarcasm and Julia I chuckled, because that’s a distinctly you trait. Next, I read a memoir and the writer would spend about two hours a day chronicling all the things from the day. As he has had tony award winning plays and some big writing prize, his daily chronicle probably played a part in that. Everything is interesting if you allow it to be

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    1. quercuscommunity Post author

      To be honest, I did find it an interesting exercise writing in that level of detail and I have had thoughts about a massive narrative poem.

      Mostly though, I’m thinking of KFC. This might be a reason for my lack of literary success. 🙂

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      4. quercuscommunity Post author

        Oh yes! He had an interesting life. I once met John Major a few years before he was Prime Minister. Not quite as interesting but it’s the best I can do.

      6. quercuscommunity Post author

        We were introduced in the morning and three hours later, when we met in the urinals (I have all the best anecdotes . . .) he remembered my name, even though I was a nobody who he had no need to remember. He obviously had a massive brain, a superpower memory or a great knack of remembering names.

      7. LA

        The few politicians I’ve have been extraordinary at remembering me. They must teach a course at the evil world leaders school

    1. quercuscommunity Post author

      When we had our fence dispute a few years ago I dragged the deeds out and found the surveyor for the previous purchaser (hereafter knowns as “The Bodger”) had highlighted many issues I subsequently had to deal with, which had been missed by my surveyor. I’d missed his report as it was curled up with some other ancient papers. Grrr . . .

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      1. Laurie Graves

        A day in the life! Thanks for the “vest” definition. I had a different vision of what you were wearing—“vest” means something else across the pond.

      2. quercuscommunity Post author

        Yes, I’ve never known how these words diverged, though the waist has little to do with a waistcoat, so I’m not sure how we developed that one.

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