I fell asleep in front of the TV after lunch. Julia was down at the tea room and I was lost in a dream about breaking up a drug ring and had just been stabbed by the ringleader when I woke up to find Father Brown on TV. My first thought was “Ah! Last Rites!” but then I realised it was just a dream.
(The “t” key on my keyboard is getting worse, and just failed to register another one. Fortunately I saw it, but it may be time for a new keyboard.)
The panic about dying gave way to a panic about trying to work out what time it was, as I was due at the doctor at 3pm. At that point the alarm went off. I had set it for a reminder, but it was 2.15. It helped me focus and I was able to get ready and arrived at the doctor with nearly ten minutes to spare. Fortunately there was only one other person in the waiting room as, with my immunosuppressants, I don’t like being in a room with a load of sick people.
I had a magazine today through the post. About 18 months ago the editor appealed for articles. I sent him two, which he seemed to like, and then a third after he published the first one. A year later, neither of the remaining two have been used. I’m a bit irritated, to say the least. However, he’s a volunteer and is now resigning and looking for someone to take over. If I were younger I would have a go, but as I’ve been ill for nearly two months this year I don’t think I have he energy or reliability to do it.
I returned and found that te dustmen had finally been (a day late) it seems there have been a couple of breakdowns and they are short of transport. Fortunately it was he recycling rather than anything that would go rotten.
Julia then returned , I finished an article I was writing and sent it off. We then both fell asleep in front of the TV and on waking decided that a modest Chinese delivery might be in order as long as we eat modestly tomorrow. Oh! The trials and tribulations of trying to be thin.
Bah! That was a bad sentence to try with a “t” that sticks. At least I have a title.
The French novelist George Perec once wrote a novel without using the letter e at all. I imagine he had keyboard troubles too. I think he then wrote a story or novella in which e was the only vowel, presumably after treating himself to a spanking new typewriter. Just a thought. Formal games like that would certainly create a challenge. Not sure how you would google Thesaurus though, without a t key. Is there a synonym for synonym?
That’s a PhD in waiting – “The influence of keyboards on missing letter novels”.
Hopefully your articles will get published under a new editor.
Sticky keyboards can be a problem, but I hang onto them too. 🙂
The old one claimed to like them. The new one may not even like them. I don’t mind a rejection, it’s having them hanging about in limbo that irritates me. 🙂
Yes, probably time for a new keyboard. Fortunately, they are not too expensive. Beautiful pictures!
Thank you. Yes, they are fairly cheap, bu it’s amazing how long I can hang on to one raher than spend money. 🙂
We are the same way. We tend not to replace until we absolutely have to.
Exactly!
Hello Simon! I feel like I have been hibernating over the winter and have some catching up to do. Keyboard issues can be quite frustrating for a writer, but to the reader can be rather humorous. It is only funny, in my opinion, if the writer explains the issue as you did. Otherwise we may have a different opinion…. Maybe spell check goofed or jumped to conclusions again… Anyway, I hope you and Julia are doing well. Thanks for sharing.
We are both doing well now thanks, though my start to the year has been gruelling, as I tried to avoid the doctor and made things worse. 🙂
I will pop over later for a read.
Thin. Bah to that
🙂 A popular view, I suspect, though we all talk a good game. My sister is eating with us tonight so I bought profiteroles. 🙂 So much for my protestations . . .
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🙂 They were very good too!
My t is like yours – and it keeps coming off. Nine letters are illegible. At least this is helping me remember where they are
It’s good for memory and touch typing, but I just typed Noingham in a reply and feel it is getting beyond a joke.
I woke up last night at 2 am and I thought I was still teaching so I flung my bedclothes off and grabbed my dressing gown and realised what a fool I was. So I made a cup of tea and took it back to bed and when I awoke at the right time the tea was still there untouched. I think a lot of us are getting old.
It is a burden that I find easier when I share it with WP friends from across the world. I still dream I am at work sometimes, though I never felt the urge to get up and go. 🙂
Yes, age makes things tricky. I have been wondering if I should offer to become Prime Minister and sort things out, but I feel my knees might not be quite up to it.
Perhaps we could get you some injections for your knees as the rest of you would be an improvement on most world politicians.