So how do I follow last night’s weird and wayward posts? I
don’t, except to say that today’s trip to Derby was uneventful apart from
wondering yet again how cooling towers at power stations work and why they’re
that shape, and meeting a happy little Staffordshire Bull Terrier whose humans
looked high on something. I decided the two facts were probably related. But
then Mel said to me, when I was telling her about my summer’s work repainting
the upstairs of my house and all the little restoration jobs that have come
along with it: ‘It’s good to have a project.’
‘It is,’ I replied, ‘but a project isn’t the same thing as a
focus. A focus takes you by the hand and leads you willingly into tomorrow. A
project merely gives you a reason to get up in the morning.’
And then I bought a fresh cream éclair and ate it, but didn’t
enjoy it very much.
Last night’s strangeness hasn’t entirely evaporated yet, but
I’m growing bored with it.
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