Trouble and kibbles
Up and off to London at 7:00, after some early hissing between Brian and Calliope over who had the right to be on the bed with us as we woke up.
iPodless, I bought the Guardian and read this from cover to cover on the train. It was full of news about the riots in London. As the train stopped at Croydon station there was a strong smell of woodsmoke, which must have come from Reeves Furniture store which had been spectacularly burnt to the ground last night. Everybody talking about it at work on facebook and so on. The reactions have been confused and angry and in some cases fearful. The motivations of the rioters are so mixed, from an understandable frustration and feeling that there is no future for them, along with big doses of sheer devilment. The day peppered with rumour about where the next riot is going to be, including down the road in Brighton.
Work up in Tavistock Square today. Disorganised and stressful start to the day, which proceeded to get a bit better. A first for me, writing about Science Plan kibbles, which are medicalised dog and cat biscuits. Apparently when the pets bite these kibbles the texture of it scrapes their teeth clean of plaque and tartar. Sat saying 'kibbles' to myself quite a bit, which reminded me of the old Star Trek episode Trouble with Tribbles.
Was copied on the email from the agency's HR, advising people to leave early to avoid the riots if they felt they had to.
Meanwhile Lorraine was indoors unpacking things still, and getting the electrician back, who found shorting wires behind the dishwasher. This was good news. However a few minutes before I returned home, another appliance tripped the electrics again. Gah.
Also Lorraine chasing some new glass for the front door, into which will be placed a catflap. However the people have the contract for Tescos, who thanks to the riots suddenly need lots of glass. Big events conspiring to thwart us.
I popped into the Twitten tonight to feed the fish, and then walked home in the low sunlight. I found Lorraine to be coldy and subdued tonight, but she had cooked a lovely meal and it was great to be home.
Up and off to London at 7:00, after some early hissing between Brian and Calliope over who had the right to be on the bed with us as we woke up.
iPodless, I bought the Guardian and read this from cover to cover on the train. It was full of news about the riots in London. As the train stopped at Croydon station there was a strong smell of woodsmoke, which must have come from Reeves Furniture store which had been spectacularly burnt to the ground last night. Everybody talking about it at work on facebook and so on. The reactions have been confused and angry and in some cases fearful. The motivations of the rioters are so mixed, from an understandable frustration and feeling that there is no future for them, along with big doses of sheer devilment. The day peppered with rumour about where the next riot is going to be, including down the road in Brighton.
Work up in Tavistock Square today. Disorganised and stressful start to the day, which proceeded to get a bit better. A first for me, writing about Science Plan kibbles, which are medicalised dog and cat biscuits. Apparently when the pets bite these kibbles the texture of it scrapes their teeth clean of plaque and tartar. Sat saying 'kibbles' to myself quite a bit, which reminded me of the old Star Trek episode Trouble with Tribbles.
Was copied on the email from the agency's HR, advising people to leave early to avoid the riots if they felt they had to.
Meanwhile Lorraine was indoors unpacking things still, and getting the electrician back, who found shorting wires behind the dishwasher. This was good news. However a few minutes before I returned home, another appliance tripped the electrics again. Gah.
Also Lorraine chasing some new glass for the front door, into which will be placed a catflap. However the people have the contract for Tescos, who thanks to the riots suddenly need lots of glass. Big events conspiring to thwart us.
I popped into the Twitten tonight to feed the fish, and then walked home in the low sunlight. I found Lorraine to be coldy and subdued tonight, but she had cooked a lovely meal and it was great to be home.
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