Sunday Night

Sunday night, worked today and the clocks went forward. This means I had one hour less in bed so really woke up at 4.00am rather than 5.00. This also means that it is very, very dark on my way to work as opposed to the more recent picturesque breaking of dawn.

Still, none of this pissed me off and I managed to get through pretty much the whole working day with a light heart (which is somewhat surprising as I worked nearly 12 hours yesterday and was very sore. However, as I was saying I went through my working day with such a light heart that I decided to do something with the afternoon. As we only know two people on the island we could go and visit (and one of them had gone out for dinner having won a competition for a fancy meal out in Hobart which is two flights away – no expenses paid). So, we went to the other one and had a very nice time playing in the sand on the beach and admiring some apparently lovely looking calves.

Now, however, I find my blood to be somewhat ‘up’ on account of two things.

(i) I asked my partner whether she was going to phone her Mum tonight (she’s away on a school trip tomorrow) and was given the, “maybe I’ll finish eating the dinner I’ve just cooker first”, treatment.

(ii) I showed the same partner (just the one you see – very old fashioned) my most recent effort at short story writing yesterday. When I say showed I mean I left it on my desktop and asked her to look at it. That was nearly 36 hours ago and as of yet I have yet to receive a positive or negative comment or indeed any recognition of the fact that I asked her to read the first short story I’ve tried to write…ever. That’s not right is it?

So, naturally my anger at the former matter is no doubt increased by my more latent anger at the latter but still, they both make me angry. And that’s about all I have to say on the matter.

Except that, yes, of course I’m tired but (ii) is still unreasonable in my book

The last point I’d like to make is that my stats for this blog go through the roof if I use a subject heading like, “female clitorectomy”. No surprise there but it’s a bit depressing to think that the only people who read this are the sort of people who search for that sort of thing.

I don’t know why I bother, really I don’t.