Fountains Sneinton Market 2015

It has passed into Monday now, but I am still on Sunday thinking.

I rose before Julia, but I’m still a little slow and she made it downstairs before I did, only to find that the TV, which has been playing up a bit recently, had no sound. I was looking at WP comments when she told me this, but even so, a feeling of dread enveloped me. Over the years I have come to rely on TV more and more for distraction.

I can spend hours on the computer, but with it being in the dining room it is a bit lonely and anti-social. I could, i know, balance it on my knee in the living room but I took a decision to stop doing that several years ago and do not regret it. I could also read, though I do find myself doing less of it. This is a worry, but I am sure it can be addressed in retirement by getting a big reading lamp. At the moment I am still feeling wiped out by the cough/chest infection which also makes me feel less like reading.

Fortunately we found the solution to the silent TV by searching online. Switch it off, unplug it, restart. It burst into action. I cannot think why it worked, but it did. Why is it that a TV that can bring me superb colour pictures from the air and from the internet, bombard me with far more information than I will ever need, and pause a film when I need a cup of tea, still needs to be switched of and on again. I never understood that with computers, but years ago I could see they needed the help. These days, with all the advances in science, why is it still necessary? And where does BBC1 and 2 go every night? For the last couple of months they have been disappearing. I keep hoping they will correct themselves but they don’t, so it looks like another internet search may be needed.

Fountains Sneinton Market 2015

Finally, after being stimulated by a Tootlepedal Blog to look up the composition of an orchestra I found mention of an Ondes Martenot.  It’s like a theremin, but apparently a lot better. Whether it’s better than a badgermin is a different question.

All I can say is that it’s not been a wasted day.

Photos are some archive shots from December 2015 in the days when Julia used to work at the Leisure Centre. Some may call them blurred – I prefer “abstract”.