Tuesday, 13 January 2015
I do so envy those bloggers who plan their posts, and have clear ideas about what they are going to write about, and who have a feel, a style to their blogs, who have interesting series' and who just generally make me want to visit again and again. I always think I'd like to be like that, but all too often I turn up here without a clue about what I'm going to ramble on about.
I stare out of the window, waiting for inspiration to strike. Not much out there to inspire me. A leaden sky, a bare garden, a reminder of things that need to be done out there. I look at the photos I have on the camera. Sometimes just a single solitary carrot, sometimes a little domestic hiccup, rarely anything hugely exciting. I have notebooks. Sometimes I even have ideas. I need to concentrate a bit more on the whole transference of ideas to notebook before they evaporate into the sound and fury of the day.
I went to Ikea this morning. That could have something to do with the lightly numb feeling in my brain. What do they do to people in there? After a full circuit of the showroom I got confused and somehow found myself on another circuit of the showroom. It took me a while to realise it. I did several confused mini-circuits within the big circuit. I went to the shop bit and found myself fingering all sorts of things I hadn't even realised I needed. I couldn't find any of the things on my list. After a while I didn't even care. I bought a storage box to go under the bed. I'd measured everything on my list down to the last centimetre, except the height of the storage box. Turns out it's about a centimetre too tall. I picked out the bookcase that I wanted, which, for a small bookcase, was astonishingly heavy. I lost the car. This is because they label the car park A, B, C, D, E and then they start again with A. What's wrong with the rest of the alphabet??? I was in yellow C, I should have been in red C. While I'd been in Ikea, the motorway was closed. It took me forever to get home. I now have a flatpack to put together in a really tight space. This could possibly be why I'm here instead, but to be honest I'm almost out of complete drivel. What's your time estimate for putting together a small bookcase? What's your time estimate for me putting together a small bookcase?
Later I shall watch an episode of The Killing, just to keep in with the Scandinavian theme. The knitwear's good, and the tension is building. I'm almost certain I know who did it.
You will note I have surpassed myself today by having photos that have absolutely nothing to do with the words. Next time I shall try harder. Promise.