Tidiness
In which Mike is bemused by notions of tidiness and
filth.
This evening I tidied. This put me in mind of a
number of puzzling things, but particularly some questions like: why can dust
get into my lovely clean white Apple keyboard, and Can Anything Be Done about
it?, why is it better to have hidden, inaccessible and obscured important things
than it is to have a convenient, exposed pile of them?, why does anyone bother
with wardrobes? and finally Why have all my suits got dusty shoulders and old
post-it notes stuck to them?
If you
haven't already, I urge you to read the letters page of the current Private
Eye, as it's one of the (relatively few) things of late to make me laugh out
loud for a long time in an inappropriate venue. I've missed being eyeballed by
the Proud Normal.
Now I have cleaned my
room I keep looking round for tumbleweed. It's as though it's died, and someone
has been industriously making it shiny and polished and bouffant and eventually
utterly unlike it ever was in life. All the character seems to have drained out
of it. But I
can
find my socks, so maybe all is not
Lost.
The brain is meandering because I
can't decide what to do about tomorrow morning. As neither the charming L nor
the equally charming H is able to offer me a lift to work to-morrow, I face my
worst nightmare: a journey on the bus with a certain Mr. Public with whom I have
not for some little while forcibly spent time. I suspect this is my punishment
for the too, too divine week-and-a-bit I've had of late, in which I have been to
see a moving picture with Miss A, slept perilously close to Ms. P, exposed my
fishnet covered legs to Ms. R, and accused her beloved of looking like Kevin
Keegan. What more could a fellow ask of life? So, should I rise earlier than
normal and hope to make it in before traffic becomes illegally awful, or should
I lie in bed a-dozing and get in late? The answer, inevitably, is that I shall
get up earlier, which means I have to go and do some work now or else I shall be
further behind than I can ever to recover
from.
Bonne nuit!
Posted: Mon - November 3, 2003 at 09:35 PM