Today is one of my lesser favourite days of the year.
Setting the clocks back doesn’t bother me much these days, apart from having to go around resetting everything. We live to our own rhythm here in the Manor and the only real sign of the time-fuckery is that it’s suddenly a lot darker outside when it comes to watching the evening news.
It’s a cold grey and very wet day outside and Herself is listening to a programme about Alzheimer’s which sort of lends an appropriate atmosphere to the day. The other night I discovered at least four satellite channels devoted exclusively to films about Christmas for fucks sake!
The reset of time only goes to remind how we are plunging into the silly season of artificial jollity and a determination to get us to part with cash, with annoying things like Sales, Black Friday and Cyber Monday. I’ll never forgive the Mericans for that crap.
I am determined to be cheerful.
The roof isn’t leaking which is great.
Penny had the most massive poo on the carpet this morning – a long trail of cocktail sausages which I had to fling out the door. So much for the carpet shampoo that I did only yesterday. So I hope the rest of the day is poo-free.
I didn’t catch any more mice last night which is especially good news for the meeses.
I have a plentiful supply of Jameson and baccy.
Ireland isn’t at war with anyone at the moment which just about makes us unique on the planet. Of course that may change.
I’m still alive.
All in all, not a bad day.