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Dispatches from the front
1. I can't complain of the heat. I could, after all, be somewhere without electricity. Nor can I complain of two early mornings in a row, given the hours other people have to get up at. Even so, my heat/ sleeplessness headache is none the better for it.
2. Happy beaver is noir in one other, very obvious, way. The hero is an obnoxious git even to his friends, and his friends still go on helping him in spite of it. I remember this puzzling me a lot in Dashiell Hammett's works as well. Demanding favours from people and never saying either thanks or sorry even when they get hurt helping you is not how one secures co-operation in my part of the world. Maybe there's some macho ethos at work that never got explained to me. I still find Aaronovitch's Peter the most likable of the current trio. His mum did good by him.
3. Had the afternoon off. Discover why one should be at work in the afternoon. Telemarketers every fifteen minutes. Either dead silence or 'Can I speak to Mr or Mrs Johnson.' Useless to try the 'Mr and Mrs Johnson are both dead' ploy. They plow on regardless, with a 'Yes well ma'am I'm calling from Blahblah Windows and Doors---' The most pathetic was a guy from Bell, seeming to be talking on a cheap cellphone that echoed and faded in and out, with some new special offer of The Evil Monopoly's.
4. I was livid when they took down the shading tree in the playground at work, because now it's an inferno in the afternoons. I discover an unexpected up side, though. It's flatly impossible to take the kids out any time before five, so we no longer have outdoors-loving adults throwing the kiddlings into the breathless heat at 2:30 as we did before. The tree shaded much of the yard, but not all of it, and the kids would still play in the blazing portions, and turn lobster pink even with sunscreen.
2. Happy beaver is noir in one other, very obvious, way. The hero is an obnoxious git even to his friends, and his friends still go on helping him in spite of it. I remember this puzzling me a lot in Dashiell Hammett's works as well. Demanding favours from people and never saying either thanks or sorry even when they get hurt helping you is not how one secures co-operation in my part of the world. Maybe there's some macho ethos at work that never got explained to me. I still find Aaronovitch's Peter the most likable of the current trio. His mum did good by him.
3. Had the afternoon off. Discover why one should be at work in the afternoon. Telemarketers every fifteen minutes. Either dead silence or 'Can I speak to Mr or Mrs Johnson.' Useless to try the 'Mr and Mrs Johnson are both dead' ploy. They plow on regardless, with a 'Yes well ma'am I'm calling from Blahblah Windows and Doors---' The most pathetic was a guy from Bell, seeming to be talking on a cheap cellphone that echoed and faded in and out, with some new special offer of The Evil Monopoly's.
4. I was livid when they took down the shading tree in the playground at work, because now it's an inferno in the afternoons. I discover an unexpected up side, though. It's flatly impossible to take the kids out any time before five, so we no longer have outdoors-loving adults throwing the kiddlings into the breathless heat at 2:30 as we did before. The tree shaded much of the yard, but not all of it, and the kids would still play in the blazing portions, and turn lobster pink even with sunscreen.
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I have discovered that ... (if my transition glasses are anything to go by) that there is stronger UV in the UK than here. Even in the worst weather and even at dusk ... my glasses would be a dark almost mirrored shades kind of dark. But here, even on the hottest of mid-afternoons, all they ever tint is to a dark shade of grey. (glad I slathered on the sunscreen whilst over there. Although I must admit that was more for the moisturising qualities of the creme than anything else.)
And uggh .... I hate telemarketeers. But because we have a 'maid culture' over here ... I just say, "Sorry my madam doesn't allow me to talk on the phone" and before they can proceed further I hang up. I use this on door to door salespeople too.
Hope your headache goes away. *hug*
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Window ACs are very good for headaches. So is turning over at 7:30 and going back to sleep. ^_^