Continuing on from the previous article, here are numbers 11 to 18 of 24 things that happened to me over the past 24 hours or so:
- I’m a Sheffield Wednesday fan and I want them to win the league, or at least get promoted automatically in second place or, if neither of those, get into the playoff places and win the playoffs and get promoted to the higher division. Any of these would be fabulous. And they can do it. I’m sure they can. All they need to do is win all of their remaining matches. When I told you that I won the quiz by starting in seventh place with ten questions to go (and Wednesday were seventh at the start of this day with about the same number of matches to go) and then answering all the remaining questions correctly (apart from the last one) then I’m sure that Sheffield Wednesday can do the same too. C’mon, you blue and white lizards – just follow my example.
- A brief moment of tragedy just occurred. While I was busy typing I was equally busy chewing through a bar of chocolate (yes, I chew chocolate rather than sucking it – don’t judge me). Distracted too by Sheffield Wednesday scoring their 3rd goal against Doncaster Rovers (yes, girls – I can multi-task too) I got to the end of the chocolate bar. And then (and here’s the tragedy) I ate the last piece without noticing! OMG! Anyone who’s ever enjoyed a bag or sweets or crisps or anything tasty will sympathise with me. You have to savour that last peice and then consciously close off the experience in your mind. If the last piece goes without you being aware of it, then you feel cheated! And that’s how I feel no. Gutted!
- It snowed this afternoon. Massive flakes of snow were falling from the sky as we sat eating lunch. It was glorious to see the world turning white whilst we sat, safe and warm, in our dining room cowing down on our respective meals (mine was beans on toast). We went out this morning to buy some essentials, and it rained a little on the way back, but we had warm coats and good boots and we were not discombobulated by the experience at all, but it was nice to get back before the snow fell. It’s all melted from the roads and pavements now, with only a thin layer remaining on the grass to remind us of the glory that was (and is) snow.
- Talking about football, Sheffield Wednesday have started the remainder of their season in the right way. They finished the match I just listened to with a scoreline of three-one. The unfortunate Doncaste Rovers went one nil up against the run or play just before the half-time break, but then the Owls raced into an imposing lead over the course of the second half with goals from Paterson, Berahino and Bannan. Up the Owls!
- I had a lay-in this morning. It’s a Saturday and so it was no mistake (even though it was a mistake (because I forgot)) that I didn’t set an alarm last night before I went to sleep. I woke up natuarally and felt nicely rested and that’s important because the weekend is a busy time. There’s more to do on the days of rest than there is on working days sometimes. All those things that you don’t have time to do on Monday to Friday have to be squeezed into the other two days. So what better way to celebrate that than to stay in bed as long as you possibly can.
- I just helped a blind lady, who works at the same radio station as me, change some settings in her version of Garageband. It feels nice to help people and it probably feels even nicer to be helped. That said, I don’t really know what being helped feels like because I’m rather independant. It would be nice to get some help sometimes. When I ask for help I find that I usually wait so long for the help to come that it’s quicker to do just it myself. So I’ve learned to do just that. And I suppose others have learning not to bother making any attempt to help me due to my habit of jumping in and doing it myself. How can I get out of this habit and get some help? Patience? Aside from that, there’s no way that I’m going to voluntarily break my leg or anything like that so that I actually qualify for help. Who’d do something as crazy as that! I have some thoughts on Karma, but I’ll keep those to myself. On that note – that’s quite enough on that subject, thank you very much, Robert.
- The spider plants, which I’ve read are pretty much indestructable, are dying. The one in the downstairs toilet is particually unwell. The main plant is shedding leaves at a frightening pace and the child plant, that I planted in a hole I made in the same pot, isn’t growing either, but at least the baby isn’t actually dying. I suppose that I didn’t do the main plant many favours when I cut out half of it’s room system when I repotted it. I repotted it because the soil was smelling. It had been given too much banana water and so the whole thing was reeking something awful. I took the plant out of the pot, noticed that there was no soil in the pot (only root), cut half of the root off, put some soil in the pot, put the rest of the root back, covered the top of the root with more soil and gave the whole thing a bit more water. On the upside, the smell went away, but on the downside the plant is dying. Who knew that a plant needs roots more than it needs fresh soil! Anyway, parents die and children survive, right? It’s the circle of life after all.
- I’m cooking tonight. Well, when I say cooking, I mean that I’m reheating some leftovers and making a nice crunchy salad to go with it. The salad is going to have avocado, cucumber, tomato, lettuce, cheese, grapes, beetroot and olives in it. The reheated food is vegetable rice. It should make a nice, tasty meal. I have to go and do that in about seven minutes and so this is probably either the last thing I write tonight, or perhaps the penultimate thing if I don’t spin it out too much. Which just sets me off thinking about what I could do to spin this out some more. Perhaps I could tell you why I like making crunchy salads (because I used to hate salads before I went to Italy this one time and found out how salads should really be made (which is to say they should not consist of two limp lettuce leaves and a sliced tomato). Or maybe I could tell you about all the flavoursome things that you can put on salads to spice them up (anything that comes to hand). Or, more likely, I should just stop here and go and make (aka reheat) dinner.
I’ll get back to you with the last six of this set as soon as I get a few minutes away from the busy schedule of the weekend. Try not to miss me too much, but if you do feel like crying then go and fetch some loo roll now. I’ll wait. Well, go on then! Oh, you’ve gone. Okay then, bye!