Sunday April 6, 2008
The highlight of our day yesterday was–TADA!–the opening episode of the new Dr Who series. It’s ok, you’ll get no spoilers from me except to say that is was worth the wait. So that’s our Saturday evenings defined for the next few weeks: Dr Who [intermission] Buffy the Vampire Slayer [intermission] Spaghetti. No point phoning us between 6:45 and 10:00.
It’s good to have these minor focus points to the week when you’re in waiting mode and I’m already looking forward to next Saturday.
No moves on the house sale of course except to note that an exact duplicate of our house has just come on the market, marginally less desirable and not at all well presented, and at a full £10k above our new asking price. ‘SOLD’ boards are beginning to appear around the town once more so we’ll carry on hoping. Otherwise, we’ll just sit back and enjoy the summer.
There’s been no response to Graham’s job enquiry with Royal Mail. Ill mannered louts. It’s so bleakly unsatisfying to have people live down to your worst expectations.
Me? Well, Dolly and I are just meandering along day by day, not doing much of interest, just following our unadventurous noses through the hours. I’m in a total creative slump, which would worry me if it hadn’t happened so often before. Sooner or later my response to an interesting shadow on the white rug in the living room will be something more significant than to say: “Oh, look. That’s just like a manorah.”