After an early night last night, I have been up since 3:45 this morning. I got up to watch the Grand Prix in Las Vegas - which turned out to be not worth watching at all. Oh well.
Several hours have now passed. It’s still ridiculously early. I’m the only person up and about. I’m wondering how long I should leave it until I have a shower - the sound of the hot water pipes throughout the house will probably wake people up.
I caved.
Freshly showered, shaved, bacon sandwich made and eaten, cooker cleaned, dishwasher emptied, and two loads through the washing machine already - all before 8am on a Sunday. I must be mad.
Sabrina Carpenter is singing about her ex-boyfriend on a playlist. I do hope younger people aren’t as completely filled with spite and vitriol as her songs suggest. In a strange sort of ways her songs remind me of a review I once read about “Twilight” - I think it might have been Mark Kermode that wrote that the underlying message throughout the books and movies is how important it is to have a boyfriend.
I remember the furore years ago when it turned out parents had been letting their teen and pre-teen children read Twilight - before they realised it had numerous passages filled with sexual tension and desire. I’m guessing most parents forget what they were like at that age? I wonder how many kids grew up with Twilight and remembered the page numbers of “favourite scenes” ?
I guess with the modern internet, children are probably more worldly wise now than they have ever been - particularly as most parents (certainly true when our kids were young) don’t enforce the age restrictions of the major social networks.
It always amazed me - when the kids were young - that you could clearly see the learned behaviours that some of their friends exhibited - particularly among the girls. Being popular seemed to be the most important thing in the world, and some of them were master manipulators in that regard.
(Ten minutes pass while I empty the air dryer and re-fill it with the next load from the washing machine)
We don’t have a tumble dryer any more. For the most part we get by with an air-dryer in the kitchen - a glorified combination of a towel rail, and a tent that stands in the middle of the kitchen most-days. It takes all day to dry clothes in it, but it’s still much cheaper to run than a tumble dryer. Of course if the weather wasn’t so horrific we could hang clothes outside.
Anyway.
Sunday is rapidly vanishing in front of my eyes. Somehow the clock is ticking past 9am already. How has this blog post taken over two hours to write, and yet not really covered anything at all?
I’m fine. We’re all fine. Well… mostly. That’s not too bad, is it?