Here on the east coast I am looking out at a pretty calm ocean. There was a fair whip up earlier but nothing that came anywhere near the predicted storm, but then it isn’t actually predicted to hit here for another hour. The reason that I am at home is that the rail companies had all suspended services until 09:00, I’ve just checked the site and they are now suspended until 12:00. I did think that it was odd that they intended to start services at 09:00 with the brunt of the storm predicted at 10:00, it made me think of Homer Simpson stepping out of his basement and remarking how calm it was when the eye of the storm was over the house. The good thing about planning for chaos is it is a self-fulfilling prophecy, if you don’t run a single train until 12:00 then more people will drive, causing road chaos and of course the 12:00 train will be solid. I have taken an American view this morning and since I am not an emergency service I will be working from home.
I had one of those moments yesterday that children are so good at, you know when a single line reminds you that you’re an idiot. A friend’s daughter had a small puppy toy which she was proudly displaying when her Dad commented “he probably doesn’t work anymore”. I enquired, in all seriousness “what noise does he make” and young Emily’s immediate response was “woof woof probably”. In 40 years you would have thought that I would have worked out what noise a dog makes wouldn’t you? apparently not. In my defence I offer a conversation from Saturday with Emily’s mum, we were talking about the impending storm. Having concluded that it would be very difficult to get to work if the storm hit I thought that we were on the same page. The public transport system would be a mess with overhead wires down and trees on the line so travel would be chaos wouldn’t it? Apparently I had taken the thought a step further than, the ever pragmatic, Helen who said “you wont be able to walk against that wind”.
The storm has given me another reason for loving living at the coast. You can keep your pictures of trees on buses, your fence panels being blown along the street, I’ll trade them all for the pictures below. Any destruction is sad but check out the before and after pictures below, we don’t count trees fallen on the coast we count helter-skelters !
Thanks to Paul for raising the fact that the attack on Monday may simply have been a ruse to place or replace a tracker. I did notice a scratch behind the ear and today the scar on lefty has really gone mad today, itching, elevated and angry, a reaction perhaps? I am lucky to have friends watching out for me or I may have missed this subterfuge from Mr(s) Smith’s accomplice. I will be testing the new theory out in the shopping centre on Friday by using the ‘test’ shop and seeing if I set the alarms off. The fact that this only works in one shop causes me to wonder, is this a real shop or some front for the darkside? Does M reside in the stock room issuing gadgets to the silent assassins and stalkers that walk amongst us?
Due to site issues we have had to evacuate the offices this week and return to the portacabin that was once home. Its amazing how the atmosphere changes when you return our team to the temporary accommodation that we are all used to, as ‘Pikey’ this is truly my natural environment. Having introduced the concept of candied bacon to the office today I am looking forward to hearing the feedback, for those that have not tried it give it a google.
Tomorrow is my first visit to Derby since the accident so I will polish the scars in preparation, be good to see the old place and check up on colleagues that I have not seen enough of for some time.
I should note that I am writing this post having achieved 30% on David Baldacci’s excellent ‘Divine Justice’ I was going to stop at 25% but overshot and had to get 30, I can really see this new found metric becoming an issue if I am not careful. As a stroke of sheer luck Divine Justice is the sequel to the last Baldacci I read, a pretty good find considering I was unaware it was a series.
A point that I missed from Sunday’s posting of the gorgeous baby was the unique adult interpretation of a baby’s needs. Dad purchased a bag of prawn crackers for his daughter and she hugged them, chewed them, clapped them and banged them on the table it really was the most entertaining thing she could have been given. Dad, being the considerate parent, observed that she was ‘frustrated because she can’t open them’ opened the packet and presented its contents, ah the error here is the interpretation of the child’s thinking. Further attempts to bang the entertaining bag on the table were nowhere near as entertaining and the look that Dad got very clearly said ‘what have you done to my toy you fool?’ A further purchase quickly resolved the situation as Dad presented his daughter with a new toy and she was able to discard the food in favour of the unopened bag. Top tip: whatever you think they are thinking is not what they are really thinking!*
* Guys this is true for girls of all ages