I thought I was in Edinburgh when I awoke this morning, the rain was hammering down. This continued until nearly four in the afternoon trapping decent people indoors, me too. There was no choice but to do all those things left undone all Christmas/New Year week(s) but sadly I failed to do them. I tried Oh I tried but by the time a small breakfast had finished it was time to prepare the early lunch before the Edinburgh Derby at 12:45. So there was little space left to touch the things that have been untouched for too long. Anyway it is Saturday and such things should be done midweek when the building is quiet and I disturb none. So I left them untouched.
The Edinburgh Derby, the most important football match since time began (time began on Christmas Day 1875 when the Heart of Midlothian defeated Hibernians (as they were then known) by one goal to nil as you know) takes place four time a season at the moment and the Heart of Midlothian are of course totally dominant in this fixture. Easily worried wimps however have begun to fear that the revival amongst Hibernian (as they are now known) may lead to a historic defeat for the Heart of Midlothian. Such types are usually found among the younger element. I was not born the last time the Heart of Midlothian lost this game. Indeed this time the forces of wickedness put their thuggery to good use to obtain a draw, one goal each. Totally undeserved as but for the brutal tackling of their ape like defenders we would have won as easily as usual. Once again the Hibs manager claimed "We were the better team, we should have had a penalty," just like he did last time and all Hibs managers have claimed since 1875, which was surprising as penalties did not exist then. So I watched this and attempted to watch an English game but they have no meaning after such an important event.
The rain dispersed at four and I ventured out into the dismal streets. The market was closed and the stalls all packed up. Business must have been bad as even my 'desperate for every penny' veg stall had almost completely packed away his goods. Nothing remained but damp streets and rare soggy shoppers squelching their way homewards.
I sought a picture but found few. Taking one I discovered a woman getting out of her car just below the shot I was taking, she very suspicious that I was photographing her! How self obsessed are these women? At your age dearie? Pah! However I moved elsewhere before she started screaming. I have not forgotten the last time and honest I did not realise her window was open officer!
My diet has meant desperation to lose weight, today I realised I was not eating enough and have stuffed myself with carbohydrates (I canny spell 'chips') and Sticky Toffee pudding to make myself feel better.
I now feel sick.
Also on the agenda is a review of the budget. Having been extremely poor for a while, I have moved from pauperism into poverty now, it became noticeable that I was spending just too freely. Where once I shopped careful of every penny now I was losing control and spending with too little care. It is time for a rethink. However it is noticeable that while the supermarkets claim people are spending less I find prices have risen considerably in the past two years alone. No wonder some find themselves using 'foodbanks.' In spite of fiddling the books in good Conservative style the Tesco's of this world have been losing cash while overcharging the rest of us and claiming we are saving money! My budget review is nearly done, a walk round the grasping supermarkets once more is required to reign in the spending totally. (I wonder if I can save enough for a new camera....?) Look, greed appears again! Tsk!
Around me are piled lots of books and papers, none of which are completed or ever likely to be completed. My life is always unfinished, should I compose a symphony perhaps? Now I have decided to review the budget maybe I should review these undone things that need done and complete the half read books. There are several language books, Russian, so old it is all Communist in style, Latin, two at least, and English which is too complicated for me learning it as a foreign language. A pile to my right concern the local scene, all
pinched acquired from the museum and unread as we worked through the Great War, that is also unfinished and the names list is not yet completed, I have only got to 'R' jings! On top of all this lies that layer of dust that has to be dealt with also. I wonder where that comes from, I only removed it a month or so ago.
Considering all that has made me weary, I reckon the best thing to do is to lie down for a while and see if it is all different tomorrow, I'm sure it will be....