The Importance of Being Idle

The Hole in the World

Well, its not really in the world, its in the pavement right outside my living room window, which I guess is part of the world... Also 'right outside my living room window' makes it sound like I live directly on the street, and I don't my front garden is between us and the hole. Anyhoo, apparently someone somewhere on my street is having phone problems, cos a man from BT came out and climbed into a cable duct thing and did some tests, then some other men came and made a hole, and then yet another engineer had to come back again and reconnect all the cables they'd severed with their high quality drilling skills. Now all the people seem to have gone home (possibly because its raining) and they've left their big hole behind. I foresee one of the old folk who live hereabouts falling into it shortly.
I'm starting to feel a little less like death warmed up, but not much, so today has indeed heavily revolved around lying about and doing nothing. Which is tremedous fun, as I'm sure you can imagine. I did wander out briefly to my local shop (its a local shop for local people, so there was no trouble) to acquire Lucozade (an essential when I'm sick) and also Turkish Delights. These are good things, and are necessary for the healing process to take place, although I don't really understand how, they just are.

posted by BadMonkey @ 4:39 PM