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Home again, home again, tra-la-la
Wednesday, July 19th, 2006 06:10 pmI am home and early, too. Proof too, that liquid can flow up hill when it needs to; I am too hot to be fully solid right now.
I barely have the energy to wilt.
I left the office early - not as early as I wanted - because the underlying insanity of the job topped out and smothered the surrealism that keeps me going. I shan't bother with details, but you can guess that it was enough as I voluntarily left a comparatively comfortable air-conditioned office to sit here at home, where hugging the boiler suggests itself as a cooling alternative.
No, this afternoon was one of those afternoons, and my brain can deal with only so much cognitive dissonance in this weather before it turns volte-face in my skull and trickles out of my ears.
Still, my new trousers have arrived today. Luckily the gate was jammed so any would-be interlopers would assume it to be locked. Lucky I say, because the delivery company - not, for once the post office or Parcel Farce - left the package outside propped against the door, posting a note to tell me they had done so. Were I not such an honest chap, I might have claimed that they had been stolen and demanded another couple of pairs or my money back. But I shan't, because I'm a good lad at heart.
Anyway, heat not withstanding, I'm at home and that's always a more pleasant place to be than work. And I have an ice cold coke and have just scoffed a bag of Walker's french fries. No nutritional value whatsoever, but very enjoyable.
Music now, I think and a lie down.
I barely have the energy to wilt.
I left the office early - not as early as I wanted - because the underlying insanity of the job topped out and smothered the surrealism that keeps me going. I shan't bother with details, but you can guess that it was enough as I voluntarily left a comparatively comfortable air-conditioned office to sit here at home, where hugging the boiler suggests itself as a cooling alternative.
No, this afternoon was one of those afternoons, and my brain can deal with only so much cognitive dissonance in this weather before it turns volte-face in my skull and trickles out of my ears.
Still, my new trousers have arrived today. Luckily the gate was jammed so any would-be interlopers would assume it to be locked. Lucky I say, because the delivery company - not, for once the post office or Parcel Farce - left the package outside propped against the door, posting a note to tell me they had done so. Were I not such an honest chap, I might have claimed that they had been stolen and demanded another couple of pairs or my money back. But I shan't, because I'm a good lad at heart.
Anyway, heat not withstanding, I'm at home and that's always a more pleasant place to be than work. And I have an ice cold coke and have just scoffed a bag of Walker's french fries. No nutritional value whatsoever, but very enjoyable.
Music now, I think and a lie down.
