This keyboard of mine likes to play tricks on my mind. My mind likes to play tricks on my mind, too, but today, it is the keyboard’s turn.
I’ve finally (at least I think!) caught up with the latest blog posts that I follow, ready for me to fall dramatically behind again over the next day or so. It’s all fun, though, and catching up is good when it isn’t rushed. After my little trip the other day, I’ve slowed down my rushing considerably, but I’m still receiving messages telling me to slow down even further. I don’t think I’m rushing half as much now, and maybe I’ve slowed down a little quicker than the Universe anticipated that I would and there are still a few messages waiting to get through to me. A little like the text messages that are sent at midnight on New Year’s Eve and don’t arrive until June 6th, but on a far grander scale.
During my blog visits today, I have left a couple of comments here and there, but nowhere near as many as I would have liked to have done (sorry about that, fellow Blogees (should this have a double G?) out in Blogland!). For each comment that I typed, my keyboard provided some pretty fun typographical errors. The fact that I was typing in the dark might have made the keyboard’s job a little more difficult (it is wireless), but my fingers were definitely hitting the correct keys in the correct order.
There was a BBC situation comedy that ran for several decades (one decade in reality and hundreds of others on satellite TV stations) called ‘Allo ‘Allo, which was set in France during World War Two. France was occupied, and, if my memory serves me right, they needed help from the English. The British actors who were portraying the French people had to speak their lines with a French accent. The same was for other nationalities that were represented, Italian accents for the Italian characters, German accents for the German characters etc., but when it came to the English it was slightly different. The English characters, being in France, couldn’t speak French very well, and their spoken comments came across as my typed comments did before I amended them accordingly. For example, that last sentence, in ‘Allo ‘Allo speak, would have read something like Zee English carrot ears, boeing on France, could nit spoke English vary wool, and seer spook on cam mints came across as my toped cam mints be far I a mend add sum a code in glee. Anyway, I digress.
Bonfire Night last night was a banging, whizzing, flashing, noisy affair, until I realised that I had my volume up too high on the TV. I lowered the volume slightly and could then hear the fireworks outsode.
A little later, I heard a different kind of commotion outside. Shouting. A strange whirring noise. An engine being revved. I glanced out of the window, and could just make out in the road beyond the park that backs on to Aquatom Mansion, the flashing blue lights of a fire engine. Torches were being shone in every direction imaginable, one shone directly on to me, and I had to dash behind the curtains before I was spotted. Not that I’m nosy, I hasten to add, but at times I like to keep up with what’s going on (OK, sometimes I’m nosy!) The smoke from all of the bonfires in the area caused the beams of light from the torches to cast eerie glows as they cut through the illuminated greyness, which also pulsed bluely from the lights on the fire engine.
I could make out that the cause of the commotion was a rubbish bin. I don’t know if it was a stray firework that caused the fire, or someone had set it alight intentionally, but the fire crew had the blaze under control in no time at all. I couldn’t help but think that last night, of all nights, the last thing the fire services needed to deal with was a bin fire amid all of the bonfires.
And, yes, I typed the title to this post incorrectly. Or rather, the keyboard did. Originally, it read ‘Bonfire Night’, which although technically correct, it wouldn’t have made any real sense to the post at all… and this is where my mind starts to play tricks on me. Have I written a post that actually makes sense? No, I couldn’t hive…
The Mansionic Perspective 
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