Where to begin? It’s six in the morning, the middle of January, and I’m writing this now to say that I’m better.
I’m almost over the ailment that’s been going around Falmouth since the break.
Whenever I say anything about it, people tell me that it’s been “going around”. Some coughs and colds like to go around a neighbourhood, meeting everybody. Mine doesn’t want to leave.
Still dark. In the window, the harbour lights, and beneath them, the lights’ reflections in the water. Beneath those reflections, the reflection of the table on which I’m writing this. I can see my hands as well, but the lamp doesn’t illuminate my face.
I could, if I felt so inclined, reach back for the camera and take a picture of the reflections. I’m just about ready for 2020 to begin - if we could all get back to our starting positions? - but I think perhaps one more of these short little posts about nothing very much. No picture.
There has been rain. So much rain. Of course I caught a chill. Went for a walk around Argal Lake a fortnight ago, and got soaked.
On Facebook, two of my usual suspects have gone back to their last-year habit of sharing fake-”news” headlines about the horrors of Brexit, and one of the Labour-leadership candidates has rebranded herself a “Rejoiner”.
Is this really the new decade, or the tail-end of the old one?
Oh, and Quora has just invited me to answer the question: “Don’t The Brexiteers realise that when we get old enough to take power, we’ll just reverse Brexit?”
Must buy some more birdseed.
I blame mindfulness. So much emphasis on living in the moment and not enough on refreshing the moment. On Facebook, for my two “friends” (I’ve met one of them), the election hasn’t happened yet.
Or maybe the electorate was wrong again. In a liberal democracy, what do you do when the electorate gets it wrong?
Maybe if you tell them once again that they’ve been misinformed and/or deceived about Brexit, they’ll get it this time and vote to stay. Vote Labour. Knock down the “Blue Wall” in the South.
But let’s not go back into all that. Please?
The window puts a gloss on the deep blue of the early morning. Not a sound from outside, not even birdsong. We hold onto the status quo, don’t we? Cling onto it like a safe job. Why risk change?
Okay, 2020. High time you got started.
Be different, why don't you?
I’m almost over the ailment that’s been going around Falmouth since the break.
Whenever I say anything about it, people tell me that it’s been “going around”. Some coughs and colds like to go around a neighbourhood, meeting everybody. Mine doesn’t want to leave.
Still dark. In the window, the harbour lights, and beneath them, the lights’ reflections in the water. Beneath those reflections, the reflection of the table on which I’m writing this. I can see my hands as well, but the lamp doesn’t illuminate my face.
I could, if I felt so inclined, reach back for the camera and take a picture of the reflections. I’m just about ready for 2020 to begin - if we could all get back to our starting positions? - but I think perhaps one more of these short little posts about nothing very much. No picture.
There has been rain. So much rain. Of course I caught a chill. Went for a walk around Argal Lake a fortnight ago, and got soaked.
On Facebook, two of my usual suspects have gone back to their last-year habit of sharing fake-”news” headlines about the horrors of Brexit, and one of the Labour-leadership candidates has rebranded herself a “Rejoiner”.
Is this really the new decade, or the tail-end of the old one?
Oh, and Quora has just invited me to answer the question: “Don’t The Brexiteers realise that when we get old enough to take power, we’ll just reverse Brexit?”
Must buy some more birdseed.
I blame mindfulness. So much emphasis on living in the moment and not enough on refreshing the moment. On Facebook, for my two “friends” (I’ve met one of them), the election hasn’t happened yet.
Or maybe the electorate was wrong again. In a liberal democracy, what do you do when the electorate gets it wrong?
Maybe if you tell them once again that they’ve been misinformed and/or deceived about Brexit, they’ll get it this time and vote to stay. Vote Labour. Knock down the “Blue Wall” in the South.
But let’s not go back into all that. Please?
The window puts a gloss on the deep blue of the early morning. Not a sound from outside, not even birdsong. We hold onto the status quo, don’t we? Cling onto it like a safe job. Why risk change?
Okay, 2020. High time you got started.
Be different, why don't you?