Today seems to be a non-day.
They come around quite a lot these days and I don’t like ‘em.
But what is a non-day, you ask.
A non-day is hard to describe. It’s a feeling that something important is about to happen tomorrow and the world is holding its breath in anticipation. It’s a day where not only does nothing happen but nothing will happen until tomorrow.
So what is this “something important”?
I don’t know. I’m not expecting anything. I have no appointments. I’m not due in court. It’s not a day to put out the bins. I’m not expecting anyone to call. Tomorrow is a completely blank day on my calendar.
I suppose the best way I can describe it is to ask you to imagine you have a very important interview tomorrow. Now remove the interview and all memories of it, just leaving that feeling that you have something really important to do, but can’t remember what it is.
It’s a bugger.
So all I can do is sit and wait for whatever it is to happen.
I hope it’s worth it.
This anticipation is killing me.
Don’t tell me you did not read THE biggest news of the day:
Shock! Horror! The shame of it!
Strip pool, eh? With the predilections of the Royal males being what they are I wonder when the girl bent over the table to take her shot; if he potted the pink or the brown.
I saw that! Big fucking deal. At least one of them is human anyway.
tt – Brilliant! That’s you off their Christmas Card List.
It could happen to a bishop, couldn’t it? The Borghias got up to some right shenanigans in their days. Nowadays it’s not What the Butler Saw but what the probing digital camera-phone snapped.
Gar – It just puzzles me why anyone should be so interested?
People understand that he has royal blue blood and are curious to know if this affects the skin hue of the royal anatomy in its more intimate parts.
I hope you get over your dull non-day and live things up again tomorrow. We all experience a sense of tedium, sameness and aimlessness some days. In the left bank of Paris during the 1950-1965 period such malaise was a condition among artists and intellectuals known as existentialism. But sure you’re not one of them Grandad.
What about this you could not make it up. A scumbag who assaulted an OAP in the UK was spared jail because he was terrified of prison. Afterwards he’s on Facebook having a good laugh.
Ye can relax lads, it happened yesterday and it’s over now for another ten years. I’m speaking, of course, about my regular date with my dentist. It was horrendous as always !
Ger – Indeed I have a lot of things to do today. So many in fact that I would welcome a dull day. Bugger!
Peacock – Maybe they could rearrest him for “damage to the language”?
John – I have discovered that if you ignore dentists, all your teeth fall out, thereby making dentists irrelevant anyway.