Clarity

I am always saying to my significant other that I love things. Autumn, daffodils, rain, frost, little birds, sunsets, cycling at night to name just a few. Love to me is experiencing something that produces in me a psychological and physical feeling of affection, joy, longing and intense happiness to be alive. Little things that some people might consider trivial are very important to me; I don't mean to belittle the word "love" when I use it so often - I use it to describe my feelings towards things that make my life worth living.

They are most definitely Not Appeased.

I got to work and headed for the showers. I was in a particularly horrible state having worked quite hard at getting in. I peeled everything off and stood under the shower in blissful anticipation and almost got burned! The boiler people have been in and set the showers so hot that they're unusable. Cursing, I hopped out and grabbed my mobile meaning to call Estates only to find..... flat battery on the mobile. So putting on horrible clothing on horrible bod and hobbling around the site looking for another shower was inevitable. I found one thank goodness. It was pretty grim though having a full compliment of dead moths and wasps.

When I come back to my desk I find that it's time to change my password. The number that I use on the end has now reached 13. And it's a Friday. Coincidence?

I was planning to enjoy tomorrow's torchlit parade and fireworks extravaganza, but now I'm considering moving into the cupboard under the stairs for the night.

....... a Tribute to Those Who Must Not Be Named But Who Bite Tyres, but I don't think that excuse is going to save me.

It was all so innocent. I was bowling along at about 6.30am this morning enjoying the cool air and clear roads, and I spied a little shiny orange ball on the grass at the side of the road. Knowing that no-one was around, I executed a (dare I say it) neat and graceful u-turn to investigate more closely. It was a little chocolate foil-covered pumpkin sweet which I gladly pocketed as "commuter's gleanings" and munched at some point on the way to work.

A few minutes later I discovered that my Nano had no battery power whatsoever. I had 2 punctures on the way to work, caused by humongous, fearsome blades of flint which I have dug out of my tyres and are now sat on my desk. I now have 2 gashes in my tyre, and leaks of Slime. I nearly brained myself on the wall after slipping on the non-slip surface in the gym wet-room. I have had an awful morning with horrible, horrible issues coming my way to solve. My hair has dried fuzzy.

What next? I know that there are those who leave things to appease the Traffic Light Goblins and others on Halloween. I appear to have Munched What I Should Not! I'm hoping that a handful of wild bird seed at the spot tomorrow morning might sort things out.