A lazy day, with my only concerted action being
a swim followed by going for lunch!
The Device was a little more successful
today; I entered the pool to the music of The Pet Shop Boys and left it to the
music of Mike Oldfield – both of which I could hum along to!
The weather has been splendid although the
wind has been brisk. I have lost some of
the ghastly pallor which is a sad function of working in school all day and
having spiteful weekends which do not incorporate the fine weather of the
working week!
The Third floor has been my retreat of
choice for today as I am keenly aware that the holiday is ebbing away with only
tomorrow and Tuesday left.
I have done virtually no work for school
and there is still some that I have to do if my return to work is not going to
be frantic!
While making a cup of tea I noticed three
men, well one man, one kid and one youth going through the communal bin. Our bins must be searched at least twice a
day by individuals and groups. One man
comes around on a bike with a long hooked stick which he uses to prod around in
the bin; another just seems to cast a cursory look over things and only takes
larger items; another group come around in a van. They seem to be organized and I would imagine
that it is a full time job checking all the bins, which in our street are
emptied each day at about 7.30 in the morning.
I am
sure that this activity is actually illegal because, as soon as the rubbish is
put out it is technically the property of the local council. I suppose that councils do make money out of
the waste and that it is a sort of stealing, but I for one do not begrudge
these people making a living out of this disgusting occupation. As long as the rubbish goes I don’t much care
how that is done!
It is surely a sign of the times that our
rubbish is so thoroughly searched! It
may also be significant that the individuals and groups doing the scavenging do
not look Spanish but rather Moroccan – and that opens up a whole other matter
for discussion! But perhaps I will leave
that for another time!
Although I didn’t watch the game, I
understand from the unalloyed glee from a certain person sitting on the sofa
that Real Madrid have drawn their match and are now a mere 4 points ahead of
the saintly Barça team with a Classico coming up in two matches. All, as they say, to play for! The hysteria in this household will grow and
grow.
I have now finished watching the first
season of “Torchwood” the “Dr Who” spin off concerned with a group trying to
cope with various alien incursions set, beguilingly in the City of
Cardiff. Quite apart from the delight of
recognizing various locations in the city, it does have a good group of actors
playing the main roles and a more than decent script to play around with. Although not all episodes are of equal
strength and many are depressingly derivative in their main narrative impulse,
they all have a particular flavour which keeps the interest. At their best these episodes are both
emotionally compelling and dramatically exciting. The script and ideas work best when they are
quirky and individualistic and I am delighted to note that there are two more
seasons for me to watch.
I am a bit of a Johnny come lately to this
series and therefore was completely bemused when I was in Cardiff ages ago to
find a wall near the water in the Docks plastered with pictures and small
votive offerings of plastic flowers which were all regretting Ianto’s death and
asking for his return to the series. As
I had seen none of the series I had to rely on the Pauls to fill me in with the
back-story to their extraordinary display of viewer affection. Which they did, in bewildering detail. At least I understand a little more now!
Tomorrow to Terrassa for Carles’ Name Day
and a general eating of Barça themed cakes.
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