streams of unconsciousness

Mowing the lawn is going to be difficult. I can’t get in to the garden shed to get the mower out. The lock has rusted so I’ll stop at a DIY place and get some penetrating oil on the way to the yard.

But I have backed up three servers, virus scanned two hard disks and and two EDDs.

And produced a podcast.

And read a tech paper.

And done emaily things – one was saying a ‘thank you’ to an artist who was in turn saying ‘thank you’ for the spin on today’s podcast. How quick are they?

Time for a quick cup of tea now and then off to the yard to force carrots down Vin’s throat and then sort out rugs for cleaning/repairing/weatherproofing in preparation for Winter.

We’ve had confirmation that Vin and I are ‘in’ at Berrington Hall One Day Event a week tomorrow (3rd August).

But there’s a fly in the ointment.

I’m injured, and riding is difficult. Difficult to the point where even fully-dosed on painkillers I’m still not right, and taking Vin to Berrington Hall would not be fair on him if I’m less than 100%.

Obviously if I’m right for next weekend then it’s no problem, but if I am not right… Problem.

Ho hum.

B.

Cross.

Angry.

Hurt.

Grumpy.

Confused.

And in bed, feeling most unhappy.

So just keep out of my line of sight for a while.

The phone is off, the email is off and the rest of the world can go and fucking fuck itself.

B.

But for some reason…

Amusing in a very wrong way.

B.

It was a very chatty evening yesterday.

It started with much chatting with Ginny. Our conversation ranged far and wide, covered many topics (some deeply serious), but beneath it all was an undercurrent of good humour. Even when she threatened to hit me, it was in a funny way. I think.

I had a simultaneous chat with Paula – a fellow Open University student (A103er). Paula juggles three children (not literally, obv) home-maker duties, Jeremy Kyle and substantial running around and is therefore to be admired muchly for her OU dedication.

I also had a chat with a former colleague I worked with in London on a prior contract. He wanted to promote the conversation from IM chat to a full-on videoconference to test his new capability, but as The Lovely S was sitting beside me completely naked, the words ‘full on’ would have taken on a whole new meaning. So I declined.

I love chat.
:-)

B.

My friend Dick and I were having a discussion about Facebook.

We’ve decided.

It sucks.

He said, “It’s really awful, adds nothing of value. It blows.”

I said, “No, it sucks Dick.”

So there.

B.

Will write soon, lots of ground to cover but time’s in short supply so in the meanwhile here’s a quick list of bullets:

* Horses; chiropractor, competiton, vet’s bill (ouch!)

* Baltimore (very interesting!)

* Bookgroup

* Book review (on being asked to review an unpublished one)

* Lorry number plate (it’ll make sense later, promise)

* The Lovely S being back (yay!)

* My Google Earth discovery in the Nevada desert (and how I came to be there in the first place)

* Eco-Friendly motoring

* Friday evening’s film

See you later!.

B.