If you work an afternoon evening shift in a weekend then your day is bit topsy-turvy. On a weekday it's different because as I drive my daughter to school (for the moment anyway) I have to wake up with everyone else and throw myself into the day.
On the weekend however it's different. Whenever you wake up is up to you. No school taxi journeys. No need to remind the wife who's going to her work what time it is. You are in control of your sleep. You are the duke of the drowsy, the sultan of slumber.
I woke at six am.
Must admit thought I'd been transported to world of animation...
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A quick aside. Have discovered can't have BT sport in the apartment because of copper wiring. I knew copper was expensive but it seems to have cost me watching sport on TV (and I'm NOT watching SKY....not even listening to Talksport now Murdoch has his hands on it). One person happy about this state of affairs is the wife. One less excuse for me to use in case she wants me to do something.
Anyway back to me watching TV....and specifically the one thing on the hard drive. Outlander. It was on Amazon Prime a few years back and now appears on More 4. It concerns a woman transported in Scotland from the end of the World War two to the times of Bonnie Prince Charlie. Why did I record it? Well it had curiosity value.
Having now watched it. Must admit should have tried to stay in bed longer. Found it surprisingly dull. Now there were a few moments when the lead actress took her clothes off. and I know this series is a few years old. But still it was as if the TV could see my reaction. As if it was saying "He's nodding off.....quick clothes off time or we'll lose him".
The strategy worked for a while. But even occasional nudity didn't hide how boring this show was. Should also mention that it seemed to have been filmed in a new technical process called Scottish gloomivision. The idea to show days in Scotland could occasionally be bright and sunny seemed too radical. Perhaps that's for people with the patience to go on and watch episode two.....not me though.
After that well....nodded off in front of the TV....once awake again switched it off to continue reading The Safe Man, a collection of short stories by Michael Connelly. Now I must admit I haven't finished, but my current reaction is to say "is that all there is"?
Perhaps a collection of short stories is not the best way to start judging a writer but as I've said before if I was a vlogger not a blogger I'd have illustrated my reaction to this book with a shrug..
Boy I was in a grouchy mood yesterday.
And in all of this the clock is ticking. When I'm doing the afternoon/evening shift the feeling of a countdown is constant which is never the case when it's the morning. Presumably because I'm conscious that there is no time to relax whilst getting ready for work.
It's about ten. Wife/daughter are making stirrings. Won't disturb them whilst I'm having a shower. Then. Showers are quicker than baths, but they are not as relaxing..
Baring in mind that my journey to work takes forty minutes there then comes that period where there's nothing to do before lunch (taken at 11:30) and what you could do would take too long to complete. Can't really remember what I did so not really worth writing about.
Now I don't mind the forty minute journey to/from work. But when I've come back am finding that once I have had my meal almost immediately the body seems to be in shut off mode. Have been known to fall asleep on the kitchen table in my brother in law's house when we stayed there for a week. My wife told me he 'd wondered what I'd been watching on the tablet by my side. He even apparently suggested pornography.
My response was to laugh and say that chance would be a fine thing. If only because despite the fact that he apparently was on the highest Virgin media internet tariff there was only one room where you could be assured of having a good signal. And the kitchen wasn't it. As it happens I was listening to a downloaded programme of the Radio 4 series Dead Ringers. Last night (Saturday) it was Mark Steel's In Town where the socialist comedian visits a town and chats about it to a local audience. History with comedy, education with a laugh. The most educational but funny half hour you'd possibly find in a long while. As educational but good humoured as a Tranmere Rovers football chant.
And so to sleep. Another day knocked off my life. At time I'm writing this it's 8:04 on a Sunday morning. Not at work but have no idea how I'm going to spend the day.
Perhaps I should have tried to work today as well.
Until the next time.
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