Just that side of annoying

It’s been a bit of a funny day today. Good for the majority of the day, but with the random “Aaargh!” moment thrown in.

The day began as it usually does. Well, not quite as usual as usual; I usually wake up before my alarm but this morning I didn’t. So the annoying beepity-beepity-beepity-beepity-beepeep-beepeep-beepeep shocked me awake. I was so shocked in fact, I tried to stop the alarm but couldn’t find the button to do so. I was actually feeling around one of my books rather than my clock, so I eventually realised I had hold of the wrong thing. Well, you do tend to grab the wrong thing when you’re tired, don’t you! Or is that just me? Once that major problem had been resolved, it was time for me to get up and ready for work.

I got out of my bed in the style of a groaning mutant zombie. The beeping may have stopped coming from the clock, but it was still ringing in my ears. I also couldn’t move my head. My neck was stiff all down the left side and across my left shoulder. I could turn my head about four millimeters to the right, but it was having nothing of turning to the left. I thought that my bath would help with this.

Once my bath was full, I settled into the hot water, sliding down slightly so my neck was submerged, to let the heat gently bring some feeling back into my neck. It actually felt quite nice and relaxing, but I soon remembered I was there to get ready for work – not to drift back to sleep. I managed to bathe, still in the style of a groaning mutant zombie, and finally got myself dressed. My hair wasn’t playing this morning, so it had to stay as it was… the texturising gum I was using to style it was working fine, only not in the places where I wanted it to. ‘Keep calm and carry on’ I thought.

I finally made it outside after doing my usual ritual of tapping things about sixty times to remind myself that I had unplugged all the unpluggables and closed all the doors that needed closing. I locked the main door to Aquatom mansion, put my key into my pocket and walked to my car. ‘Have I unplugged my iron?’ I thought as I approached my car, ‘If I haven’t it has been on since yesterday, so I must have’ I answered myself. My car windscreen was slightly frozen, so I reached into the back seat to obtain a bottle of de-icer I have in there. I had to reach again, as I grabbed the broken can first, which didn’t help my neck. I de-frosted all of the windows, got into the car and threw the de-icer back into the back. As I set off, the inside windows were still slightly misty, so I had to bend and peer through possibly the tiniest of peep-holes ever until the windows cleared. I could have waited for them to clear, but I was running late. Not overly late, but just about late, and needed to call in at the local shop on my way to work. Well, if I was going to be late, a couple of extra minutes wouldn’t make any difference would they? Bending and driving also do not have a healing effect to a sore neck, but I persevered. I bought my items from the shop, and set off to work. Windows now clear, I was quite pleased, until a thought struck me ‘Have I locked the front door?’; to which I answered ‘Well, I’ve just put my keys in my pocket and pushed the door to ensure it is locked, so I hope so’. I carried on driving until I joined the traffic jam just around the corner.

The traffic wasn’t completely stopped, it was moving slowly. I imagined all of the other drivers being like zombies this morning, all groaning in the same direction.

I arrived in work on time, and had to explain why I was walking as though I had a plank of wood inside the back of my jacket. Luckily, there seems to be something going around, and some of my colleagues are off ill with it. Phew. I thought it was just me.

I started working, but every twenty minutes or so, something would happen that would take me off my stride, and I would need to start again. At one point I had to go outside to get some fresh air and walk around as I didn’t feel too good. After being in the cool air and doing more zombie-like walking I felt better. I went back to work, and things seemed to go OK for the rest of the day. Well, apart from a ringing in my left ear that was quite shrill.

Lunch was fine, nothing to report.

Home time was eventful. I was waiting patiently at a red traffic light, in the left hand lane which followed a lane round to the right. This lane is actually to turn left or to carry on, and the lane next to this on the right is just to follow the lane round to the right. The driver of the car to the right of me decided they wanted to turn left, and nearly drove through me. Luckily, I managed to stop before they did so. They just tootled away as if nothing had happened… I guess they hadn’t seen me!

Further down the road, another traffic hold up. I was waiting patiently again, for the car in front of me to move on, so I could continue in the left lane, when a four-by-four passed me on the left, at very quick speed, and carried on up the lane I wanted to be in. This driver caused me to jolt my neck, as I could not believe how impatient the driver was. So in one journey, I experienced two ‘very clever’ drivers.

At my parents’ house, they were frying sausages when I got there. They smelled wonderful, but the pan was smoking somewhat. Unfortunately, this caused the smoke detectors to activate, and for the next forty minutes I was trying to stop them from sounding. Screeching, I mean. Screech-screech-screech-screech-silence-screech-screech-silence-screech. My ears were ringing again afterwards.

Things have been quiet since, I’m pleased to say…

I still have a sore neck, but I can turn my head to the right a little further than earlier today. To turn to the left I have to look like a ventriloquist’s dummy, but never mind. I’ll be back in bed soon and will hopefully sleep it off.

I’ll probably have a random dream involving a ringing noise, but I’m used to them now.

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In the news: Wonder Woman!

A remarkable tale of bravery has emerged today of how an attempted robbery in Northampton was thwarted this morning.

A gang of would-be robbers decided to strike at a town centre jewellers earlier today, trying to smash their way into the shop windows by constantly striking them with hammers. The gang were on motorcycles, and staff inside the shop were seen frantically trying to bring down the shutters to protect the store.

It appeared that quite a few people were around the area, watching what was unfolding, when, out of the blue a figure dressed in red dashed into view. At startling speed, an elderly lady made her way into the midst of the helmeted thieves, and started fending them off armed only with her handbag. This Wonder Woman stopped the gang in their tracks, who tried to flee from the scene without achieving their goals. Two of the would be thieves actually fell off their getaway motorcycle, at which point other members of the public joined in to help the pensioner to restrain them. Apparently five of the gang have been arrested.

Not a bad morning’s work for Northampton’s very own newest super-hero!

The video that was broadcast on the evening news earlier was remarkable. I’ve tried to take some screen grabs as the lady approached the gang, but the stills are very blurry, however you can just about make out the pensioner as she is approaching, her magical handbag is in her left hand:

It makes a nice change to see some good in the news! Well done that lady!


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Busy busy busy!

I’ve been a busy boy today!

Well, on and off anyway! And busy blogwise, of a fashion.

I very often find interesting blogs through the blogs I visit, and add them to my bookmarks so I can visit them later. Eventually, these get added to my recommendations page for easier access! I love finding ‘new’ blogs, and look forward to be able to read all about other people’s thoughts, ideas and lives in general. I’m kind of nosey in that way, but I mean that in a nice way, not an intrusive way by any means!

So, today, I have added quite a few new links to the recommendations page. The blogs are all individual, and different. I’ve enjoyed reading them, and feel they should have a place on the recommendations page. If you’re kind of nosey too, have a look. They are worth a visit!

My next task is to do something with the page itself. It is OK as it is, but there isn’t a structure to the page. The links are randomly distributed (which fits in with the general theme to my blog) but feel it could do with a bit of a rearrangement in some way. How that will pan out, we’ll have to wait and see!


Making your mind up!

It’s Sunday. I usually spend the first few hours on a Sunday morning just ‘pottering’ about, doing generally nothing in particular, but slightly more than the nothing I usually do on a Saturday morning – if that makes sense. I like to have a nice good think to see where my thoughts end up. This morning, my thoughts ended up in the realms of propaganda for some bizarre reason.

I like to think of myself as being open minded, and open to see both (or all) sides of any situation. I don’t think I’m too keen on being told what I must think, yet this morning I have found myself wondering if my reality actually reflects my thinking. I’m aware that if I’m reading an article in a newspaper which has a political angle, the article is written from the viewpoint of the author, so their political views very clearly come across. I can make out that they are trying to influence my way of thinking in a positive or negative way to who it is they are writing about. As I’m aware of this, I can get over their propaganda and make my own mind up about what I am reading.

But what has got me thinking are the articles I read about other aspects of life, scientific discoveries or even book reviews for that matter. I enjoy reading both, but something will always stick in my mind about the subject should it turn up again at a later time. For example, in the case of the scientific discovery, the first article may indicate that a certain degree of failure is expected in whatever field is being described, and scientists think it may take many years for progress to be made. A few weeks later, I may read another article about the same discovery, but my mind has already had the seed planted that it is expected to fail, so I may just skim the article rather than reading it in full. The same is true of book reviews. I may read a review that someone has written about a book by a particular favourite author, but in the review they may say that certain chapters were slow, or more action was needed or something like that. At the time, I’ll read the review, thinking along my open minded viewpoint that I’ll bear in mind what the review has said, but will make up my own mind when I read the book. However, when the time comes to buy the book, something will trigger this thought in my mind, and I’ll probably buy a different book instead.

Maybe my thoughts are more influenced by outside sources than I initially thought, and I’m not as impartial as I say I am after all.

I like my Sunday mornings. One other thing that I have thought about whilst writing this post is that maybe I should do a little bit more than normal, so I don’t have time to think quite as deeply about things as I do.

I mean to say, propaganda. Where did that thought come from?

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Spudley the Cat

Spudley the Cat paid a brief visit today. She visits everyday, in fact. She’s been visiting ever since she was a little kitten, hardly tall enough to see over the step by the back door at my parents’ house. She would then – and does now – wait patiently until we see her, and then would give out a little friendly “meow”. She would never walk into the house… only wait by the door.

As the years have gone by, she has started, on occasions, to walk inside, investigating various corners and chair legs, but she doesn’t stay in long. She will go back to her spot by the step, and look in.

She has beautiful green eyes, that sparkle when you look at her and talk to her. She purrs very loudly when she is weaving in her figure of eight way around and between whoever’s legs are nearby. She loves the little cat treats we buy for her, and lets us know if she wants some. She still eats them if she doesn’t let us know too. I’m sure she smiles as well when being tickled or spoken to. And she is learning to speak English! On many occasion when we go outside to her, she will say “Hello”. That is the first thing that we say to her every time we see her, and I think she is copying us now. She has been visiting for years, so she must have picked it up!

She sometimes visits with some of her friends in tow. Frobisher, the black cat with the white patch on his chest and a little white toe on one of his back paws. His meows are quite deep, and when he was younger he was a very sturdy and bold little fella. He has now gone more ‘cat-size’ but still has his deep voice. Another cat who visits is Jasper, a ginger and white cat who also has a deep meow. Jasper is quite friendly, but wary. He will come over to us, but will also back away too. I think he may have some trust issues with people, but we welcome him just the same. Panther is a jet black cat with a big bushy tail. I think she got confused once, and was sitting at the top of the stairs in my parents’ house. She realised she was in the wrong house, and shot out like a flash when she saw us… she still comes back occasionally though. And there are others who visit, who we haven’t got the names for as yet.

Every one of them, the ones without names, Spudley, Frobisher, Jasper and Panther always take some time for themselves. They will sit (or lie) and just wait and watch. Sometimes for hours on end. You can see that they are thinking. I sometimes wish that I could read their minds to find out exactly what it is that they are thinking about. However, just watching them relax is relaxing in itself. Watching them play is fun. And listening to the tales they have to tell is quite entertaining. I don’t know what they are saying, but they get into their stride at times with some of their stories. Especially Spudley. She always has a tale to tell.

When she first arrived on the scene, when she was a little kitten, she was soaking wet. The day itself was a sunny day, but she was sodden. She was taken in by one of my parents’ neighbours, who said that they thought that someone had tried to drown her. Apparently she is also partly deaf. Whatever happened to her in her early days, we will never truly know. I think she has also forgotten about it herself, as she makes friends very easily with us humans.

She may no longer be as small as the size of the palm of my hand, but she still has the very same personality that she had when we first met many years ago. Occasionally, she will look like a bigger version of the kitten that she was, but more often now she has her adult looks. I’m not sure if she is the world’s first bilingual cat, but she is one of the world’s special ones.