I woke feeling particularly morose this
morning; I wish I knew why. I suppose these dark mornings and seemingly
constant heavy rain don’t help.
I opened today’s window
of the Advent Calendar, made toast, and had a look at the Internet. There’s a
Facebook page I help moderate about a series of books. Rather good books. There
was talk about having them made into a TV series, and the general consensus was
that this would be a bad thing. Why do books have to be made into TV series and
films? It rarely (if ever) works well. Most times it happens the TV
series and film end up making an entirely different story (as happened with
“Foundation” and “Game of Thrones” and pretty much every “James Bond” book).
Or they try to follow the books but can’t condense what is in the book into
such a short time-frame so just televise the most cinematic bits of the book. And
so have just a disjointed series of scenes which mean nothing to anyone who
hasn’t read the books. Like they did with “Harry Potter”.
I helped “er indoors TM” load up her
car, and with her off on her mission I got the dogs into their coats and we
drove round to Dog Club. With the awful rain there were only five dogs along (including
our three), but with a smaller attendance Treacle had a go at playing with
other dogs. Bailey kept instigating games of chase with a bigger dog, and then
screaming in terror when she got chased.
We had a good time, but it was rather wet.
After twenty minutes we reluctantly gave up.
We came home for hot
showers and brekkie. And with the dogs washed and fed I took off wet clothes. I
was soaked through to the skin. My pants couldn’t have been wetter had I
tiddled them. I stuck the wet stuff into the washing machine and got the
Mystery Year contest right on the radio. It was odd not listening to that on
the car’s radio.
I slobbed on the sofa with dogs until “er indoors TM” returned from her mission and
I then set off to work. It was still rather damp as I drove, and I got progressively more wet as I drove.
The driver's seat was still wet from our earlier return from Dog Club.
As I drove up the motorway I listened to my
frankly wonderful choice of music, and the MP3 player in the car randomly
selected the Electric Light Orchestra's "Concerto for a Rainy Day"
as I drove past Lenham.
How apt.
Have you ever listened
to the "Concerto for a Rainy Day"? It is the first side of the
second LP in the double album "Out of the Blue" and was
absolutely spot for my day today. Having started "Standing in the Rain"
at Dog Club, I ended up looking out of the works window at a glorious afternoon
(Mr Blue Sky!)
I hadn't really been
supposed to be working today, but I volunteered to cover a minor disaster. When
I've mentioned this before, most people make comments about ignoring the phone
and pretending you've something else better to do that day... Most people are
also begrudging the striking doctors too, but expect a hospital to be open all
day every day. I can't say I dislike my job, but given my time again I would work
somewhere that puts up a "Closed" sign from time to time.
Being on a late meant I
was rather late home. Over a late dinner we watched today’s episode of Doctor Who
in which the new chap took over. To be honest he should have taken over three
episodes ago: I really can’t see what bringing David Tennant back was all
about.
The new chap gets his first proper outing on Christmas
Day…
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