The thing I missed most when I moved from big city London to rural Scotland were Greek restaurants and black taxis ( would imagine it’s all Uber now…can’t get that here either) still mustn’t grumble, I do have a castle at the end of my road.
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… indeed.
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I struggle to believe this, for instance, after Winter and you’ve washed your hottie covers, do you not iron them when you pack them away? There is nothing more disconcerting than putting one’s feet on a hottie with a wrinkly cover. If you haven’t ironed in the last twenty odd years @ManjiB, I am curious as to how you have passed your time?
It’s impossible not to compromise in the post industrial age but if for whatever reason I have no hanky at hand, I do grab a bit of bog roll instead.
I call it planning paralysis but I guess procrastination is a result of that. However, procrastination can be beneficial, it can lead to serendipity. It’s just about the context more than anything else. I am an awful procrastinator when it comes to my writing and that can be positive sometimes and negative at other times. I am a skilled procrastinator when it comes to the washing up. I will fill the sink, deem the water is too hot to do it, leave it for a few hours, do some dishes, refill the tub, walk away for a few hours and it goes on and on, however, I am starting to tell myself that dishes that have been soaking in water overnight leaves pretty manky and unpleasant water to deal with, so I am trying to improve my washing up habits.
We make best of our circumstances and, excuse the pun, the grass is not always greener. I know some people who could not live anywhere else but in cities, they adore it, the buzz and distraction is a constant safeguard against existential crisis, but I did spend four and half years studying in a city but I lived on the outer edges, in the suburbs, and gardens in Australia tend to be massive. In my early twenties, city life was okay because I was full of experimental verve and youthful temperament, but that faded by my late twenties. After that I taught in a rural college.
Where I was born and grew up had over nineteen national parks and also World Heritage Areas, in fact, over fifty percent of the island is made up of protected green space. It was very rural, and I guess it nurtured my natural inclination to always be a few steps away from a decent tree and river.
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Do you mean as a hoover?
Yes, detecting spilt food and removing it, or sampling food that is being waved around in a hand.
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As a hoover, indeed. My cat plays with her dry food, whacking it off the plate and all over the place. My dog then comes along and hoovers it all up. This is called a symbiotic relationship.
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I’m embarrassed that I have compression socks that are so compressive that I can’t even get them on.
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You won’t be needing to iron those then Bob !!
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I’m afraid it seems you can’t iron any compression socks, I did try and search for a compression sock you could iron, but alas there is none.
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