Today was meant to be a day of getting out of the house, of getting the mail posted and collected, of perhaps having lunch in town. But it’s pissing down and showing no sign of stopping anytime soon. I know there are umbrellas and coats, but that doesn’t make is much less miserable. Pah. The irony is of course that this weather is ideal for yesterday’s activity, which mainly revolved around sitting on the sofa in front of the telly watching seven or so hours of Simon Schama’s History Of Britain which was showing on one of the documentary channels.
In fact much of the past four days has been spent doing very little except effectively shutting down the system, or at least running some kind of Personal Disk Utility. So I’ve been pottering about whilst my mind runs a ‘repair disk permissions’ routine. Not sure it’s been wholly effective yet, mind, judging by the fact that I was awake at 6.30 this morning thinking about School Things and by the fact that my eye is still twitching involuntarily; a sure sign of stress and tiredness. And sorry for the geek metaphors there… but what else can you really expect?
Speaking of geekdom, we sat and watched the new Doctor Who on Saturday evening. It appears to have gone down well in Who circles, but personally I thought it was a steaming pile of crap. All flash, no substance; like some goofy sub-late-season-Buffy nonsense. It should have been dark and menacing instead of slapstick and silly. But that’s just my opinion, and I’m no great aficionado, so heh… Mags seemed delighted by it all at least.