Saturday, 3 November 2007
The air is hideous with myriad explosions. It's nearly bonfire night, and I am feeling extremely curmudgeonly about it all, mostly because I have a streaming cold, which seems to have entirely removed any enthusiasm I might have felt for anything at all. I want to cast something on, but I promised myself not to do so until I have finished the pomatomi. I got quite a lot done on the second one this morning, while lying on the sofa Being Ill and watching Doctor Who DVDs, but I didn't manage to photograph them because it was one of those grey November days when it never actually seems to get light. I then went out in the afternoon on a hunt for Drapolene to anoint my sore nose with. I went in 7 chemists and only one had a space on the shelf for it (empty). Obviously the universe is not happy unless I have a fruitless quest to be engaged in, but couldn't it be for something more exciting, like an Artefact of Doom, or a Lost Manuscript, instead of nappy rash ointment?