It was almost an orange Wednesday for the Resident IT Consultant and me, but when we weighed in the half term factor and the anonymous text message asking if ‘he could come Wednesday at one’ we decided against James Bond this week. There will, hopefully, be more Wednesdays. And once he knew who wanted him at one, he went.
There’s not even a pumpkin for Halloween, however. Just a container of sweets, past their date. I don’t know what is wrong with me. I used to faithfully get the Resident IT Consultant to wield a knife on some innocent pumpkin towards the end of October every year, but by 2011 I couldn’t see the point, and in 2012 I found to my surprise that the greengrocer went out of business while I was away for a few days.
No pumpkin at all. We do have some clementines and a few oranges. They are orange.
So are the books I’ve been reading lately. It’s as if certain things just gang up on me. In this case, orange books. My current read is both Halloween-coloured and written by a pseudonym. The Tobermory Cat is orange, and he has featured a lot recently.
The Sultan’s Tigers is an orangey sort of book. It also contains other coincidences, which I couldn’t help noticing as I read through my pile of travel entertainment last week, while the greengrocer disappeared.
The tiger book features two characters by the name of Trelawney. There was a Trelawney in Lady Catherine’s Necklace, which I read just before it. A helicopter landing pad on top of a tall building (Tiger book, not the Austen sequel) neatly mirrored the helipad in Angel Fire. Tiger is set in India, and after it, I just happened to move on to another book set in India.
Sometimes I pick books like that, according to a pattern. What is fascinating (what do you mean it isn’t?) is when several books in a row manage a pattern of their own.
Tigers are cats. Orange cats.
Perhaps a red read next?
That’s early midweek if you only count weekdays.
I was childishly pleased with Halloween this year. Those who know me are aware I’m rubbish at saying anything very nice or sensible to people, and for years I’ve struggled with trick-or-treaters. You know, coming up with something complimentary to say about what they are wearing.
‘That’s very nice dear’ sounds really lame. Pretending to be scared is also hard. (Though I’m inching towards the idea of wearing a mask myself next time, because it’s so tempting to think that I can have them running screaming down the road.) So this time I told them how horrible they looked, and believe me, that was so much easier. ‘You there with the green face; you look awful’ or ‘I’m trying to decide which one of you looks the worst’ slipped out quite nicely whenever I opened the door.
Something else that is rubbish is the local waste system. We have just graduated to more recycling, which is good. I grabbed the leaflet that came with the new bins, thinking there would actually be a recycling calendar with it – as before – and found there wasn’t, which was rubbish. It seems it was posted to us, ‘and if you haven’t received it you can look online’. Maybe people can’t? Some taxpayers with rubbish could be such rubbish people that they don’t use computers.
Anyway, from this week we have to put our uneaten sandwiches and any other food not eaten, in a special bin. Trials have told the council most people fill three of the enclosed bags in a week. Well, my week is almost over and I have managed to put some eggshells in, and the crust of one sandwich, two strands of spagetti and three currants which escaped from the Christmas cake.
Filled in my diary for 2011. Reminders of birthdays and college dates and such like. College has issued a parents’ list which I used. Then I double checked with the students’ journal, and it seems they don’t get any Easter holidays, except they have to return from them. February half term starts on different days, depending on what you read. Upper sixth students leave on 20th May. Unless it’s on the 27th.