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A taste for cables
Dec. 6th, 2006 06:27 pmThis house is very full of cables. No room has more than one double socket, and some rooms have more than twelve electrical appliances permanently plugged in. This leads to lots of cabling snaking around between extensions etc. I have always been aware that this was not exactly the best idea, and a complete rewiring job is somewhere on my list of unaffordable priorities.
Being a cat, Barry has always expressed a fondness for long flexible dangly things. It's just that today, he seems to be going in for serious cable-chewing, and I'm starting to worry.
In other news: I seem to be pathologically tired. Which is not good, whatever its cause, because I have too much to do. I have just this hour got to the end of a story, which I would cheerfully tick off the ticky-list if I had one; except that the third set of proofs arrived this morning. It's a treadmill. Here is a picture of a treadmill. See the happy Chinese peasants, fruitfully at work. That's how I feel. And I don't expect to do much work in the next few days, due to Other Stuff.
I was shopping for Other Stuff this morning, and had Shopping Adventures: to wit, at my favourite butcher's stall in the market, the most extraordinary and interminable exchange between butcher and customer, except that I think they must have been married, because you couldn't be that rude in a retail relationship. She kept asking for stupid things, for which he asked stupid prices, and they called each other stupid; and so on, and on, like stroppy siblings playing shop. But they were, oh, in their fifties. Some people I know would have relished it, and written notes for later recycling. Me, I was dying inside; but as soon as she was - eventually - gone, he beamed at me cheerfully as though it was nothing at all. People are strange.
And then, in the department store delicatessen, I found the blind leading the blind. Literally: a man with a white stick and his eyes firmly closed, leading a woman who was clearly and equally blind. They seemed to know where they were going, in among the freezer cabinets. I was impressed.
Being a cat, Barry has always expressed a fondness for long flexible dangly things. It's just that today, he seems to be going in for serious cable-chewing, and I'm starting to worry.
In other news: I seem to be pathologically tired. Which is not good, whatever its cause, because I have too much to do. I have just this hour got to the end of a story, which I would cheerfully tick off the ticky-list if I had one; except that the third set of proofs arrived this morning. It's a treadmill. Here is a picture of a treadmill. See the happy Chinese peasants, fruitfully at work. That's how I feel. And I don't expect to do much work in the next few days, due to Other Stuff.
I was shopping for Other Stuff this morning, and had Shopping Adventures: to wit, at my favourite butcher's stall in the market, the most extraordinary and interminable exchange between butcher and customer, except that I think they must have been married, because you couldn't be that rude in a retail relationship. She kept asking for stupid things, for which he asked stupid prices, and they called each other stupid; and so on, and on, like stroppy siblings playing shop. But they were, oh, in their fifties. Some people I know would have relished it, and written notes for later recycling. Me, I was dying inside; but as soon as she was - eventually - gone, he beamed at me cheerfully as though it was nothing at all. People are strange.
And then, in the department store delicatessen, I found the blind leading the blind. Literally: a man with a white stick and his eyes firmly closed, leading a woman who was clearly and equally blind. They seemed to know where they were going, in among the freezer cabinets. I was impressed.