Sleep, is not long, nor restfully at ease at the moment. We've just passed the Full Moon. A Harvest Moon because, so they say, the moon is sat at its lowest angle, so country folk could continue to harvest under the clear strong light. Now whether you believe that possible or desirable (surely they'd get plastered in the pub of an evening ) well, this matters not to me. I suspect its just another modern fiction invented to make moon gazing a bit more sexily romantic and folksy. Like applying a christian name to each succeeding Winter storm. I just want the big bright blighter to bugger off, to quickly wane away to nothing. Mainly so it doesn't beam directly through the slats of our bedroom blinds like a searchlight, in imitation of the early dawn. Waking me up, and thinking its time to rise and shine to greet the oncoming day. Only to discover its actually only 1.30 AM. I want my bloody pitch black darkness back - Right Now!
Robert Generic, the stereotypical Tory politician on the make, has been let out on walk about again. Passing through Handsworth and calling it a slum. Saying he did not see another white face, other than his own that is. Ah, this chap really doesn't get out enough. Never realising this is how poor folks have to live these days. He was, so he bleated, not stoking racist tropes, but was concerned about the lack of cohesion and integration, in there not being any white people there. Its a problem that needs airing, so he said. I wonder, when he goes to other towns he notices when there are only caucasian faces, and wonders why they are living in such a privileged bubble. Why are there no non white faces in this town? Does he see that also, as a problem?
We had a lampshade order to drop off at Seagulls Gallery in Blakeney this morning. Though we've heard reports of how the high the High Tides are in Blakeney these days, nothing quite prepares you for the actual experience.
As you can see from this short video it was right over the harbour dock, covering the entirety of the car park. It was quite alarming how close it was to the Blakeney Hotel., and a barely few yards away from Seagulls Gallery too. It wouldn't take much. Our old friend the full Harvest Moon has undoubtedly something to do with it being so high. Along with the gradually building affect of climate change making these once freak high tides, a more and more regular experience.
When you come back from holiday, one tends ever so briefly to see one's home with fresh eyes. The carpet in our lounge has indeed been getting gradually grubbier. Only on our recent return did it strike us anew, that we really needed to do something about it. We went out an bought ourselves a carpet cleaner, because this job was going to take more than a weekend scrub up, and moving furniture around our bijou residence is not exactly straightforward. Also I can see we'd most likely have to shampoo it regularly to keep it up to scratch. The cleaner is really effective. Only in the grubbiest areas does it take a few goings over to really make an impact. But slowly I am getting there, and hopefully by this weekend the lounge carpet will finally pass muster. We found out, years ago that this beige embossed swirl of a carpet that came with the rental, is called California Dreaming. Though I can't for the life of me imagine what exactly was in the mind of the manufacturer, what picture exactly did they want to conjure up. A rather muddy sand bank in an estuary perhaps.
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