It’s a morning for the self-warming, USB-plug-in fingerless gloves that can become mittens. It’s a cold one this morning, with a slight breeze and a cold blue sky. No doubt it will be warm in the sun later, but for now, I’m straight from my bed to my desk, by way of the tea urn, and on with the gloves. They should start to warm my hands soon, and thus, my fingers. In the meantime, the wires and connections are clunking around beneath my wrists, and I’m typing more clumsily than usual with my random striking of keys, but otherwise, the page still looks like a red-underline mess.
I saw a sailing boat yesterday. I saw it while I was standing at my bower-eaves with a cup of tea, watching the long fields of barley and rye on either side of the river, and hoping to glimpse my own Lancelot skimming down to Camelot (read your Tennyson), and all the while, thinking it was a good day for sailing.
Maybe not so much of a good day for exploring shops and such like, as it was Clean Monday and much was closed during the day. (Apart from our water. Thank you, George!) Still, I hope they enjoyed the dry day, as we did. Today, it’s back to what constitutes normal around here, except today, I am doing it in a pair of clunky gloves that are wired into my laptop. I have a problem now, because I want to go and make another cup of tea, but I’ll have to keep the PC with me, and carry it around the house like a drip on a stand. Or I could unplug and dive straight back into chapter sixteen of the current story. I am sure my bold Sir Lancelot with his blazon’d baldrick slung will soon appear singing ‘Tirra lirra, tirra lirra’ and bearing a cup of tea. Then, the curse will be lifted from me, and the mirror will remain intact. (Sup.)
Which reminds me, my current work in progress uses superstitions as its background. The thing starts at a dinner of the Thirteen Club on 13th Jan 1894 in London, where they used to debunk superstitions by, for example, smashing mirrors and spilling salt. If you have any unusual superstitions, let me know, and I might be able to squeeze one or two into the story.
