Diary Sunday 23rd April, this year of 2007
A week flies by, spent contentedly by the Mersey, with the sound of ships horns honking, seagulls calling and the repetative drone of mechanical diggers. Also adding to the general cacophony is the voice of disquiet, a member of staff who simply does not breathe !
I am also disheartened by the sight of walls, built for progress, torn asunder in the name of further progress, which appears to me nothing more than utter obliteration.
For the rest of it I continue to pack the mistresses belongings into boxes of varying sizes in readiness for our move to southern climes. The sea of books has been dealt with and now what remains are the trivial everyday items, peculiarly a device called a soda stream with which I am not well acquainted but makes a delightful 'parping' noise when its task is done.
An accomplice in life has recently been viewed on the television. He was spotted sniggering at his present employer on an episode of Gardener's World, which one was forced to what to see this spectacle of sniggering - a true moment of joy as the window of a person's soul was available to view on terrestrial television.... such a lack of discretion. I'd never be caught doing such a thing. Oh except this week I am apparently 'invited' to talk to cameras about work in Liverpool. I have attempted many diversionary tactics, to no avail so far, but laryngitis may be possible to fake ?
I am also disheartened by the sight of walls, built for progress, torn asunder in the name of further progress, which appears to me nothing more than utter obliteration.
For the rest of it I continue to pack the mistresses belongings into boxes of varying sizes in readiness for our move to southern climes. The sea of books has been dealt with and now what remains are the trivial everyday items, peculiarly a device called a soda stream with which I am not well acquainted but makes a delightful 'parping' noise when its task is done.
An accomplice in life has recently been viewed on the television. He was spotted sniggering at his present employer on an episode of Gardener's World, which one was forced to what to see this spectacle of sniggering - a true moment of joy as the window of a person's soul was available to view on terrestrial television.... such a lack of discretion. I'd never be caught doing such a thing. Oh except this week I am apparently 'invited' to talk to cameras about work in Liverpool. I have attempted many diversionary tactics, to no avail so far, but laryngitis may be possible to fake ?