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« Reply #4125 on: 09:07:24, 17-12-2007 » |
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Poor Morticia, Sorry that you had a bad night. May be you are sleeping now. Is it infection? The board is a good distraction. It is also good to feel connected to people and to know about their sympathy and good wishes. This one is from me.
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« Reply #4126 on: 09:13:45, 17-12-2007 » |
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Hope the Highland Fling eventually gave way to something less energetic, and that you slept at least some of last night, Mort.
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« Reply #4127 on: 09:18:47, 17-12-2007 » |
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Thanks t-p. I did manage to get some sleep until the cats indignantly reminded me that it was breakfast time! Ron, the Fling finally settled down to a lethargic waltz with polka interludes
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« Reply #4128 on: 10:13:33, 17-12-2007 » |
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So who exactly decided that the best treatment for icy London railway platforms would be to cake them with a foul-smelling ammonia concoction? (Or has someone deployed a team of cats for the task?)
Most unpleasant.
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« Reply #4129 on: 15:49:31, 17-12-2007 » |
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My trip to Tesco this morning would have been a lot more tolerable without the appalling rubbish masquerading as Christmas music coming from (very) loudspeakers. Would people actually mind if they played proper carols? I forgot - a lot of people don't know them any more.
I suppose Waitrose would be more tasteful. I don't remember that they had any music at all. Our local post office - when we had one - used to play carols sung by a cathedral choir.
Is it surprising that I'm turning into a Grumpy Old Woman?
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« Reply #4130 on: 16:35:28, 17-12-2007 » |
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Join the choir MC.
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Click me -> About meor me -> my handmade storeNo, I'm not a complete idiot. I'm only a halfwit. In fact I'm actually a catfish.
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« Reply #4131 on: 16:58:31, 17-12-2007 » |
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I've come to realise that background noise really, really winds me up - whether it be piped music, people talking/opening sweets during concerts, somebody driving into the car park outside my block of flats with loud music pounding on the car stereo when I'm trying to listen to an opera broadcast, kids running around in church during Communion or the organ voluntary (ok, not JUST the kids ) or... ...at this precise moment... ...PEOPLE WHO WORK IN AN OPEN-PLAN OFFICE WHO GATHER IN GROUPS AROUND MY DESK TO HAVE LOUD CONVERSATIONS WHEN I AM TRYING TO FINISH A PIECE OF WORK WHICH HAS TO BE COMPLETED BEFORE I AM ALLOWED TO GO HOME. There, I feel better now.
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« Reply #4132 on: 17:21:37, 17-12-2007 » |
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I think one of the problems is that most people are so used to noise they appear to be able to tune it out - they simply don't notice it, whereas if you've been involved in music (the real sort) you've been taught to listen. I sometimes see people at concerts blithely rustling paper, turning programme pages noisily and so on, clearly unaware that the noise is disturbing, or even there. I suspect most of the Tesco shoppers are hardly aware the "music" is playing.
At the other extreme, I have a very musical friend who accuses her less musical husband of breathing too loudly at concerts!
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« Reply #4133 on: 20:05:39, 17-12-2007 » |
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This rant is a bit technical, so pay attention at the back there. We smokers are (by definition I suppose) creatures of habit. Now, my lighter of choice is the Clipper: Note, if you will, the sleek design, the black and chrome colouring, the perfect proportions. Until recently, the grooved wheel at the top, whereby one ignites the flame, was an frictive contact with the flint, thus requiring virtually no pressure to be applied to the wheel to turn it and get a flame. But they've now started making them so that the wheel spins freely, and one actually has to push it down quite hard to make contact with the flint! Result? I have a sore thumb where I habitually press the wheel. 'Why not use your other thumb alternately, or another digit entirely, martle?' I hear you cry. 'In fact, why not give up smoking altogether?' Pay attention, I said! We smokers are creatures of habit, ok??! <grump>
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« Reply #4134 on: 20:21:40, 17-12-2007 » |
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'Why not use your other thumb alternately, or another digit entirely, martle?' I hear you cry.
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Pay attention, I said! We smokers are creatures of habit, ok??! That's funny, martle, because I've always thought I had a kind of obsessive compulsive disorder. It's just that mine compels me to do things differently every time, rather than the same way every time. A recent (last few months) addition to my catalogue of unrepeatables is that I have to vary the fingers between which I hold a cigarette. I feel an almost unbearable physical sense of having placed undue stress on the first two fingers of my right hand if I use them all the time, although I'm sure this never used to worry me. It only gets worse with increasing years, I suppose. I've never felt the need to alternate my lighter between right and left hands but I expect I'll start now you've mentioned it.
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« Reply #4135 on: 20:43:00, 17-12-2007 » |
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...I did manage to get some sleep until the cats indignantly reminded me that it was breakfast time! I hate it when that happens (almost every morning...)
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« Reply #4136 on: 21:03:43, 17-12-2007 » |
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Couldn't get to sleep last night as my mind was racing after preparing cut-out paper holly, folding card etc for my class to make Christmas cards far too late into the wee small hours...I was drifting off at gone 3.30 when Tigger jumped up onto my head - stupid cat. It must have been after 4 when I finally zzzzzzzzd. Funny, I don't feel at all tired yet.
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Merely corroborative detail, intended to give artistic verisimilitude to an otherwise bald and unconvincing narrative.
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« Reply #4137 on: 21:23:00, 17-12-2007 » |
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when Tigger jumped up onto my head - stupid cat
Perhaps he's suffering from Red Nose Syndrome or Itchy Antlers?
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« Reply #4138 on: 22:12:08, 17-12-2007 » |
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when Tigger jumped up onto my head - stupid cat
Perhaps he's suffering from Red Nose Syndrome or Itchy Antlers? No, no, Andy! That's ZOE! Er, isn't it, MJ?
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« Reply #4139 on: 22:59:25, 17-12-2007 » |
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This rant is a bit technical, so pay attention at the back there. We smokers are (by definition I suppose) creatures of habit. Now, my lighter of choice is the Clipper: But they've now started making them so that the wheel spins freely, and one actually has to push it down quite hard to make contact with the flint! Result? I have a sore thumb where I habitually press the wheel. 'Why not use your other thumb alternately, or another digit entirely, martle?' I hear you cry. 'In fact, why not give up smoking altogether?' <grump>
Marty, I cannot get along with Clippers, it's obviously a bloke thing, us females do not have the power in our thumbs to turn that wheel successfully. Personally, I favour Cricket. Slim, light and ultra-feminine I think. Alternatively 5 Chinese ones for a £1 from Nigel's market stall. Unlike tinners I am ambidextrous but I agree, the placement of the cigarette does alter the mood. If you try and hold it between the ring and little finger it is quite impossible and makes you feel totally ridiculous and likely to start quoting Edwardian Dandies and brings on helpless giggling. IMHO.
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Reality, sa molesworth 2, is so sordid it makes me shudder
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