oh what a wierd day....

I live in a small and lovely studio. My bed sits right in front of the big front bay window of the room. The window overlooks the front lawn of my house and gives me a beautiful view of my quiet and charming street.

I have no air conditioning so the window sits open. I have no drapes, they are in the process of being made. So the window is just there.

Imagnie my surprise this morning, when i woke up, stood up out of my bed and stretched, looking out of my window down onto the sunny street....

...where a cluster of about ten people were staring right back up at me.

Lol oh! The Graden Walk! Well good grief, how could i have forgotten about that!

In addition to the group of ten that was staring up intently in rapt confusion at the sight of me in my nevermind the bollocks tank, pink jammie shorts and hairdo a la pillow, there were two couples of late middle aged people pointing with dissaproving looks at me from the other side of the street.

Holy Shmeezus.

Hey, thanks all you lovely people for the nice welcome. And phooey on ye nay-sayers of my football tastes lol. Actually, does anybody happen to know of any bars/pubs where they might play the matches? The FA cup draw was this week and the Reds play Arsenal on the 16th! Very exciting lol.

Here I sit bored senseless at my lovely place of work with nothing better to do but observe the blinding idiocy of the public and (apparently) comment upon it.
I am in the employ of a large and shiny library as a bookmine slave, and (although these bits werent listed in the job description) crazy-person wrangler/babysitter and general caterer to the lowest common denomonator.
Call me a traditionalist, but it was always my understanding that libraries were places of learning, of research, and of bettering yourself via a supply of free knowledge in a veriety of mediums.
Not so, apparently. For what we have here is a large room where the knowledge, carefully catologued and filed away is to be stored and allowed to grow dusty whilst the jobless and mentally unstable masses teem in to plunk in front of a computer screen for ten or eleven hours to play computer solitaire and update their myspace pages.
So now MY job reflects that of the man who's job it was in the Roman Empire to toss free bread to the jobless plebs to keep them quelled.
Now I feel nostalgic for Roman times--if this was the height of the empire, education would still be restricted to the gentry, and I'd be rubbing elbows with the families of the Cesears. Plus, I'd look darn smashing in a girl-toga. ;-)