coldwatch #2
“Cold, like a brilliant skyline
Always out of reach
But always in my eyeline”
Minus 4 today, yet the car wasn’t iced up. Weird.
I took off my hat - the woolie one with the ear flaps and tie strings on it; It’s a John Rocha, and looks like it might have been hand-knitted by Tibetan Monks on a bet. I think it gives me an ‘alternative,’ ‘arty’ air, whilst, in D’s opinion, “It makes you look like a Sunshine Coach passenger. Please don’t stand beside me when you wear that; people will think I’m f*cking a window-licker.” The air was almost biting cold, pricking my scalp with little needles of frost. And that with almost a month’s worth of hair growth on my head.
Yes, folks, you heard correctly - Mr “#1 on the sides and #2 on top please” has been letting it grow. Well, it’s just too cold right now for a minimalist ‘do.’ But I suspect, this coming weekend, that it’ll come off. It’s beginning to look incredibly messy, and, coupled with the mentalist hat, gives me the look of someone whose community carer doesn’t care enough to take me to the barbers.
In other ‘cold’ news, the head cold is progressing. It’s a little bit of a head-n-chest cold right now, but last night and this morning have shown a marked improvement, with less coughing and sneezing, but an increase in tiredness, which could be down to the virus, or to the fact that I’m, once again, rising at 0545 each morning.
Last nights dinner was a Frugal Feast of Home made Carrot Orange and ginger soup (just a little too spicy, but still amazingly tasty, and, because it’s made with vegetable stock, a vegan dish too), with hot crusty Ciabatta Bread and some amazing cheeses (not so vegan) to follow - including one that was flaky and crumbly and filled with caramelised onions, all adding up to something with an almost bitter sharpness preceding a mouth-filling creaminess and a sweet, rounded oniony finish; but which came from Tesco and has lost its label so I have no idea what the cheese actually was.
TV consisted of two episodes of Heroes, which sort of put paid to my intentions to finish sorting out the Filing Box in the home office (scanning everything I could and shredding as much paper as poss, so I can thin out the junk we store) or of re-starting the Writing Process. Ah well, there’s always tonight.
Oh, the quote is from “Spiralling” by Keane from their “Perfect Symmetry” album, which, together with the Killers latest, is on heavy rotation of late on the pod. Proper, old fashioned, melodic janglypop (what? It’s a real word; look it up…) with nary a trace of a professional dance troupe in sight. Which is very odd for this committed twelve year old girl.
And on we go…