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Homespun Philosophy, or Hopeless Drivel

I started off with the intention of writing about police inefficiency, motorway roadworks, the cupidity of insurance companies and the general unfairness of life. Then I realised that life doesn’t care. Nor do the police, the Highways Agency or the insurance industry.

Commercially speaking, monopolies are bad, and the police, for instance, have no incentive to improve. Unlike the power industry I cannot opt to have Justice provided by Nottinghamshire Constabulary if I don’t find West Yorkshire Police to my liking. Having said that, it’s rather like having a choice between eczema and psoriasis, though without the spelling problems.

Same goes for the Highways Agency, if you don’t like the way they set out their roadworks you can’t use someone else who sets it up better. That’s why they are able to get away with shoddy signing and everlasting roadworks.

As for insurance companies, they have their uses, as do leeches, faecal coliforms and corporate accountants. It probably isn’t fair to criticise them too much, though anyone who can increase your insurance premium by  15% for no apparant reason then add another £50 because of a speeding offence probably deserves some stick. When they follow up by asking “are you happy with that?” they virtually guarantee that they are not going to do well in comparison to other unpleasant life forms.

That’s all for now.

After a cold day in the shop and a cold evening at home sorting insurance documents I am now going out for a cold drive through badly laid out roadworks to deliver Number Two Son to work.

You are very lucky this is only a minor rant with low-level negativity and minor misery. It could have been a lot worse, particularly as, six days after going to the dentist, I also have a raging toothache.

Time, I think, to grip life by something tender and give it a good twist. That will teach it not to mess with me.

The stamps are a homage to a well-known blogger – can you guess which one?

The Curfew Tolls

I thought I’d have a look at Gray’s Elegy for a title today, though many people have beaten me to it. Originally I was going to use The Dying of the Light from Dylan Thomas, but it seemed over-dramatic just for a post bemoaning the shortness of winter days.

I know that Hardy took Far from the Madding Crowd from Gray and always presumed Kubrick took Paths of Glory from himtoo. Checking with Wikipedia I now know this to be true, though it came via a novel, and two other works – a painting and a memoir, had already used it.

They used to call cigarette cards the poor man’s encyclopaedia. I suppose that this is now a fair description of Wikipedia, though the poor man in question needs a link to the internet.

Anyway, was just going to say that the lie-in worked and I am feeling refreshed but by the time I had planned the menus and switched on the computer the light is already fading and the planned photographic expedition may be postponed. Instead I will show a few shots from this morning, entitled 6.45 am in a cold car park.

The camera did quite well in low light.

I took a picture of a lost glove to add to the bleakness of the piece. Later, I may use the picture again. There was a lost hat too, which I thought about picking up. A good wash and it would have been right as rain, suitable for charity even if I didn’t need it. However, these good intentions faded in the cold.

6.45 in a cold car park – Castle Donington

I prefer summer.

Tomorrow I have a blood test. A blood test before it is light seems such a depressing thing.

6.45 in a cold car park – Castle Donington





					

Lost in Leeds

It’s been a depressing few days. I’ve had a cold, and chest infection and sinus trouble. I’ve also been taking the problems of the world too seriously (let’s face it, I’m not going to change anything), feeling guilty about bringing children into this world, dwelling on past failures and thinking about how I’ve wasted my life.

It’s possible that a late Spring has had something to do with this lack of cheerfulness. There’s something rather forlorn about barbecue supplies replacing Easter eggs in the shops while freezing rain falls outside.

The fact I’m less than a month away from turning 60 may also have something to do with it. I know it’s only a number…

In fact it’s probably a good thing to turn 60, as one school of thought claims that ages ending in 9 aren’t good for you. You’re more likely to have an affair at one of those ages and more likely to commit suicide.

I am also, it seems, more likely to post a fast time in a marathon.

I allowed myself a slight smile at that thought.

Julia, on the other hand, had a good laugh.

Too lazy to kill myself, too ugly for an affair and too fat to run. Is this what my future holds?

Last night, whilst feeling ill, I drove to Leeds to pick up Number One son. I am such a good father. He’s lived in a number of places in Leeds and the last one was easy to find and convenient for parking.

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Leeds – convenient parking

It’s a shame that he moved away from there and took up residence in a glitzy block of flats in the centre of town. They have many good features, but being easy to find and in possession of convenient parking aren’t amongst them.

That was how I came to be parked between the flats and a shopping centre loading bay, and how I was able to experiment with low light photography.

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Leeds – low light photography

 

 

 

A Day of Dullness

My cold has nearly gone.

As if to compensate, I have a bad finger again. It crept up on me during the night and when I woke at 5.30 this morning it was throbbing away.

It’s annoying, as it gets in the way when doing things like counting coins or writing, and can be surprisingly painful. It was bad over Christmas, as you may have read, but at least I knew what caused it then.

If it’s going to come back every six weeks I may have to go back to the doctor for an injection in the joint. I’m shuddering mentally at the thought. It worked well last time I had one, but it wasn’t the most pleasant of experiences.

Looking on the bright side, the weather should be warming up soon and warmer weather is always better for aches and pains.

I’ve now run out of things to say.

Hopefully the week will become more interesting tomorrow…

Still Sniffing and Sneezing

The day started with me taking pictures of the wrecked polytunnel to support Julia’s bid for funding to recover it. Then I drove to the shop.

Arriving early I sat and listened to Tony  Robinson reading a Terry Pratchett novel.  Pratchett could, at times, be a bit irritating, and, in my opinion, lost his edge over the years, but he’s still moderately amusing.  Tony Robinson is also quite irritating. The audio books are heavily discounted, but if I could find Wodehouse for the same price there would be no contest.

I managed to be a bit more active today, but by the end was beginning to flag. When I actually stepped outside the wind felt absolutely freezing and I needed the car heater on all the way home.

After a couple of hours of light TV watching I’m giving serious consideration to going to bed. I’m just waiting to see the report about the Nigerian bobsleigh team and then I’ll make a decision.

I just watched the report, and read an article on the team. Although it’s interesting it’s also very noticeable that the first Nigerians, and also the first Africans, to qualify, are actually American by birth and upbringing, which is a bit disappointing. However, I’m probably being churlish by insisting on accuracy over hype.

I’m now waiting for the Cool Runnings remake. And yes, I am aware that Cool Runnings is massively inaccurate, but then again, it’s a film, not a news report. At one time we used to have different standards of accuracy for news and fiction.

Recovery

I struggled manfully with cold all day. “Manfully”, in this context means sniffling, sneezing and whining.

I also took a relaxed attitude to work, looking a few things up, taking some photos and dealing with customers.

On the way back from work I stopped off at Sainsbury’s, parked, decided to listen to the chapter end of my audio book, and fell asleep for 45 minutes. Considering I was in bed for 14 hours last night I was surprised I needed more sleep.

After taking pills and eating a large helping of fish pie I am now feeling quite good. Naturally I am trying to conceal this from Julia as she seems happy serving me with cups of tea and stuff. It would be unkind of me to deprive her of the feeling of virtue that comes from looking after me.

The man who parked on our forecourt yesterday seems to have taken the hint and parked outside his own house. As he can’t park on the road he is blocking the footpath. Some people really don’t have much consideration for others.

I’m now deliberating whether to go to bed early (it’s 9.45) just just fall asleep in the chair. The chair is favourite, as I stand a chance of Julia waking me up with a cup of tea,

 

Misery…

We were selling some coins to a customer this morning when someone entered the shop demanding that we move a car to let him out.

The forecourt of the shop allows you to back a couple of cars upto the shopfront and then park one across. Normally it works well when we confine the parking to shop staff, customers and residents of the flats above the shops. Because we’re all in the same boat we tend to get on together and there’s no problem.

However, when someone across the road parks on our private forecourt, then comes in throwing his weight about when a customer is in the middle of a purchase, it doesn’t quite work.

We explained that the parking was for the shop during business hours, and he just kept repeating that he had two cars and only enough space to park one of them on his drive.

I’m not quite sure why he thinks he’s entitled to use our parking spaces but if it happens again I may have to suggest he buys a bigger house or sells a car.

Apart from that, I have a cold. It started yesterday in the car, abated overnight then gradually crept back as I spluttered and sneezed and coughed my way through the afternoon.

It’s just a cold and should go in a day or two, but if the man from across the road comes back I will do my best to infect him.

I arrive home at 4.20pm and went straight to bed. So far, six hours of lying in bed shivering and looking pathetic have produced very little in the way of tea and sympathy.

Quite clearly I need to work on my whimpering.