A turbulent twitten
Decided to strip and sand my front door and repaint it, as the varnish was peeling and the brown of the wood looks horrid with the blue and white colour scheme of my house. How long can stripping and sanding a door take? Untold hours.
It did give me time to stand in the sun and talk to the neighbours, who were mostly talking about graffiti. The white walls of the Twitten have been targeted every night by the same person, judging by his dire tags. What is heartening is that the denizens of the twitten simply paint it out within hours. Eventually the boy will get tired of it. Made me think of The Tipping Point by Malcom Gladwell where there is an example of graffiti in the New York subway system. A policy of zero tolerance was adopted for it, and the book argues that this precipitated a change in behaviour, resulting in a significant drop in all crime on the subway.
Tonight there was the detritus from a stolen purse: the twitten looks so idyllic and is such a nice place to live, but it has plenty of dodgy moments.
When not scraping at a door I was writing my Skelton Yawngrave story for several hours, and talking on the phone. Pleasantly surprised to be contacted out of the blue by someone I once worked with, with an offer of future work.
And in the evening Lorraine came by, borrowing a checked shirt so that she could dress up tomorrow as Percy the Park Keeper, as all the teachers and little kids at school will come to school as famous book characters.
Decided to strip and sand my front door and repaint it, as the varnish was peeling and the brown of the wood looks horrid with the blue and white colour scheme of my house. How long can stripping and sanding a door take? Untold hours.
It did give me time to stand in the sun and talk to the neighbours, who were mostly talking about graffiti. The white walls of the Twitten have been targeted every night by the same person, judging by his dire tags. What is heartening is that the denizens of the twitten simply paint it out within hours. Eventually the boy will get tired of it. Made me think of The Tipping Point by Malcom Gladwell where there is an example of graffiti in the New York subway system. A policy of zero tolerance was adopted for it, and the book argues that this precipitated a change in behaviour, resulting in a significant drop in all crime on the subway.
Tonight there was the detritus from a stolen purse: the twitten looks so idyllic and is such a nice place to live, but it has plenty of dodgy moments.
When not scraping at a door I was writing my Skelton Yawngrave story for several hours, and talking on the phone. Pleasantly surprised to be contacted out of the blue by someone I once worked with, with an offer of future work.
And in the evening Lorraine came by, borrowing a checked shirt so that she could dress up tomorrow as Percy the Park Keeper, as all the teachers and little kids at school will come to school as famous book characters.
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