…Fill with either black or white, and if with white so much the better….
Certainly with black, or at least a muddy brown, this year. The only thing that could make it worse is if it were to turn markedly colder at this stage. Some flooding has finally reached East Angular, though not quite enough to make me feel I can look the West Country in the face yet. In fact, right here we are fine, though a few miles away there have been cars stuck in floods.
I am going to have to delve back into my memory again. I have so much I’d like to say about school matters, but discretion has to rule. I write blog posts in my mind, but that’s no good to me here – once I’ve said it, even to myself, I don’t need to write it down again. As I’ve said before, that’s how I know I’m no writer. If I have a letter or a speech to write, I’ll go through it time after time, working until it’s just right, but if it’s a blog post, spontaneity is all. I might tweak a few infelicities once it’s published but, generally speaking, wysiwyg.
Speaking of wysiwyg*, I’m rather charmed to see that it’s accepted as a word and doesn’t come up as a mistake. I was texting a friend this evening and discovered, because I was going to write lurve (love, ironically) that it wanted to autocorrect to luurve. It was welcome.
Nails. I’ve cracked the nail thing, I think, but they’re no stronger. It’s just that I seem to be able to cope with living with a broken nail. I just paint it over and ignore it, I’m too pre-occupied with other things to care, whereas I used to find it impossible to ignore.
Enlarged as it is, it’s lamentably fuzzy, but you may be able to see that it’s split from the bottom of the picture up at quick level, and this is a week on from the spontaneous break. If anyone has any bright ideas, I’d be happy to hear them. I’ve tried nail strengtheners, nail hardeners, nail thickeners, nail varnish, bare nails (which is disastrous within minutes, even if I don’t do anything), creams and oils and nothing really has helped. Well, that is, it’s better than nothing, but not much. And I do wear gloves, much as I dislike it, for gardening and washing up.
For EAL readers, what you see is what you get.