Month: October 2020

All Hallows’ Eve. 8.00 am: October would not go down without a fight. A world in disarray. All roads lead back to human folly, recklessness, avarice, hubris, deceit, selfishness, and wilful negligence. The goose has finally come home to roost. 8.45 am: A review of, and minor modification to, yesterday’s work before re-opening the ‘Like Waves Perfectly Immovable’ folder. Presently, there…

7.15 am: I’m sure it tastes delicious, but the colour reminds me of dirty water in a paint-jar.| Porridging. 8.00 am: A communion. 8.30 am: There were a few emails that needed attention before I could put those sectors of my biological hard-drive assigned to teaching and admin into ‘sleep’ mode until Monday. 9.00 am: Studiology (and a second cup…

8.20 pm: Into the heavy rain towards a food outlet that I’d not visited since March. It was good to be back. The front door of the School recognised my pass card but wouldn’t open. Then, I thought I’d left my key wallet at home (but was alerted to the fact that it was hanging from the lock of the…

There’s no such thing as landscape. Landscape is what we do to, and how we conceive, the soil, trees, hills, mountains, rivers, seas, clouds, sky, cities, towns, etc. A poor night’s sleep. 8.00 am: A communion: 8.20 am: Off to School, finding myself along the way. 8.45 am: An anticipated challenge, as I sought to set up the equipment for…

Sunday, October 25. With ‘TV Church’ and housework behind me, I headed onto the road for a run down Llanbadarn Road, through the cemetery, up Plas Crug Avenue, returning home via Llanbadarn Road again. The town during the ‘circuit breaker’ was as quiet as it had been under lockdown. Monday, October 26. 8.00 am: I’d dreamt that I was sat…

9.00 am: ‘What’s happened!’: The ‘area risk’ had been ‘level is LOW’. So, either there’d been an appalling spike in infections last night, or this is in anticipation of our ‘circuit breaker’ lockdown (which begins at the end of the day), or the app is entirely unreliable. 9.00 am: I’d neglected to complete the week’s registers last night. It’s my…