positive things for Saturday
Saturday, February 11th, 2006 05:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tamaranth1. Hazy sunshine, snowdrops and squabbling crows on the way to the sorting office: so that's what mornings are like when I'm not on the train!
2. Lying on the bed, staring out at the evening sky through a sash window. (This strongly reminds me of childhood, though it's obviously not the same window. But looking west at a winter sunset, and the way the clouds fade from gold to dark grey, and billow across the bright ruler of a contrail ...)
3. An unexpected evening in, and nothing I have to do.
Am trying hard to look on the bright side, actually: was supposed to be going to the theatre tonight, and planned an early-start, efficient day of getting things done (having been ill last Saturday, and due to be away next Saturday, this was my sole opportunity for sorting-office, bank, post office etc); ticked nearly everything off the list, but then discovered that the play started 30 mins earlier than I'd thought, and I had 15 mins -- rather than 45 -- to eat, bathe, and get ready. Sometimes London feels very far away ... and this is a weekend without major engineering work, though the journey was complicated by Thameslink trains only running to London Bridge.
Mind you, I can't deny I'm relishing the novelty of wondering what to do! (Read book? Write book? Watch film? Veg out on sofa with cats and CDs?the BSFA proofreading?
2. Lying on the bed, staring out at the evening sky through a sash window. (This strongly reminds me of childhood, though it's obviously not the same window. But looking west at a winter sunset, and the way the clouds fade from gold to dark grey, and billow across the bright ruler of a contrail ...)
3. An unexpected evening in, and nothing I have to do.
Am trying hard to look on the bright side, actually: was supposed to be going to the theatre tonight, and planned an early-start, efficient day of getting things done (having been ill last Saturday, and due to be away next Saturday, this was my sole opportunity for sorting-office, bank, post office etc); ticked nearly everything off the list, but then discovered that the play started 30 mins earlier than I'd thought, and I had 15 mins -- rather than 45 -- to eat, bathe, and get ready. Sometimes London feels very far away ... and this is a weekend without major engineering work, though the journey was complicated by Thameslink trains only running to London Bridge.
Mind you, I can't deny I'm relishing the novelty of wondering what to do! (Read book? Write book? Watch film? Veg out on sofa with cats and CDs?
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Date: Saturday, February 11th, 2006 06:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Saturday, February 11th, 2006 07:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Saturday, February 11th, 2006 08:50 pm (UTC)A Sorting Office is a method of torture used by the Post Office (a.k.a. Royal Mail, except they have a different name now) if they try to deliver a parcel or registered letter and there is no one at home to receive it. They leave you a slip of paper and you have to go to a sorting office (usually quite a long way away, in an inconvenient location, with odd opening hours -- my local one is the other side of town, about 2 miles away, and only open 8:30 - 11:30 on Saturday, not at all on Sunday, and not accessibly during the week) to pick it up.
In this case it turned out to be my father's death certificate, returned via registered post by his pension provider. But it was a nice walk in the sunshine, despite having to get up early to do it!
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Date: Saturday, February 11th, 2006 09:47 pm (UTC)