Fizzle

[caddyman]

Well, this morning is a bit grey even by London in late autumn standards. To be honest, despite the alarm going off and the radio coming on, I think I should have slept in thinking it was no later than 4 ‘o’ clock if ellefurtle hadn’t prodded me. It is a sign of just how comatose I was that I hadn’t even noticed that she had got up at about 6.45 and gone for a jog in the rain. It was her rain-damped soggy paw that alerted me.

I don’t think that I am the only one, either. The tube was comparatively quiet today to the extent that I managed to get a seat on the Victoria Line all the way from Euston for the first time in months. It seems that everyone other than a hardy few of us has wisely decided to stay home and catch up on important stuff like sleeping. I wish I had.

I think I need a brain transplant. I just nipped outside for a smoke and to peruse the sudoku in The Times. The new “Super Fiendish” puzzle is just too much for my type one logic circuit, so I looked at the puzzle rated as merely “difficult”. I can usually do those – though rarely quickly enough to be able to enter the £1,000 draw (that said, I don’t look at them until I get to work and then sitting down and solving sudoku puzzles at my desk is probably an unwise career choice). Well, suffice it to say that my brane must be frazzled after the close encounter with the “super fiendish” version as I managed to fill in one number before coming back in out of the rain.

I think I may buy a join-the-dots puzzle book at lunchtime. I wouldn’t want to strain the old lobes any further.

Comments

[ladkyis.livejournal.com]

NOw that conjures up a picture that I am still giggling about five minutes after I read the words. Made my day!

[bluesman.livejournal.com]

My supervisor gave me a Sudoku desk calendar last Christmas. Was she encouraging me to do them at my desk? Anyway, just the sight of the few numbers in there, and the presumed expectation that I'd scribble a few more in the little boxes, reminded me a bit too much of maths lessons in my teens, during which I'd peer at Stanton "Spock" Edgoose's matrices on the blackboard and feel something involving perplexity, disgust and stark terror.

So, no Sudoku for me. I gave the calendar to Karly, who is good at maths. As a bluesman, I refuse to count higher than four.