It rained all day yesterday, the sky was black, it was very cold, we had regular intervals of hail and it was horrible. Today is clear but very cold - however, I'm determined not to attempt any form of heating until Xmas so I've started acclimatising. It's manageable.
I was supposed to go out last night to a joint Birthday Party - but I demurred in the end - I had that thing I get sometimes where I lose my balance, from when I had an ear infection a few years ago - it didn't last long but it put me off. I ended up at home, watching a succession of Hammer Horror films, repairing dog-damaged upholstery in poor lighting and without my glasses on.
There was a big, front page article in my local paper this week about a homeless man, roughly the same age as me, who was beaten to death last year by two men, on the orders of another woman, in return for a sex. It was the most depressing thing I've read in years - The victim had an alcohol problem but had worked hard to get off the streets and been able to save up enough money to get a flat. There was a photograph of him aged about 18, he looked like me. There are more homeless men in Hastings than I've seen for some time. All of them roughly my age. They say that most of us are only 3 months away from homelessness if we lose our jobs, I think it may be less.
There was a really interesting and challenging article in the Guardian yesterday, you have to read it more than once to understand what, why, and how the author is trying to explain his point - sadly, 80% of the many, many people who commented missed the point entirely and have either been abusive, stupid or just plain ignorant. There is a comment from me at roughly 6pm on Saturday if you want to look for it - and the comment that follows kinda makes that point.
Remembrance Sunday - which means they need to block the road opposite my house because the church doors now lead straight onto the street and there is no space for the band or choir at the War Memorial.
There has been a large firework display every night for about 2 weeks in my area - the dogs are actually starting to get used to it. As it's now cooler - you would assume that the dogs would shed less hair. It's the opposite - the house is swathed in a layer of fur - constantly trying to keep on top f it seems to be a pointless task.
I'm clearing the loft today - not a job I'm looking forward to - it's difficult to move about up there and awkward getting up and down. I my also have a sudden rush of enthusiasm and finally get round to putting up a light in the hall. It probably wont take that long, but the thought of pulling up all the bedroom floorboards and pissing about with the electrics when I'm not in the mood is putting me off.
This is everything you need to know about Hastings. Some of these people are not in fancy dress. I like the one carrying a can of beer.
Apologies for nor spell checking my last post and other errors, I leave my glasses at work over the weekend. It was gibberish