11 November 2005
Sunshine dreams on grey days
I am having a slow day at work.
After the last few weeks of frantic stress, you would think that I would relish a bit of peace and quiet, wouldn’t you? But I work in a broom cupboard on a Friday. A broom cupboard with a corking view of a brick wall. And I’m very close to a junction of the M6 here. If I open the window for some air I’m choked by exhaust fumes and deafened by the roar of traffic. Could I be further away from the allotment?
So I entertain myself (who am I kidding? I escape!) by fantasising about winning the lottery (truly a fantasy as I never buy a ticket…) and buying myself a beautiful villa in Italy (like this) where I can finally master the art of growing courgettes and can dabble with olive groves too. Though the pictures seem a bit grey and wet and dull, in my mind’s eye the views are vibrant and fresh and colourful.
Dreams (and day dreams) as wish-fulfilment? That Freud character - he wasn’t wrong, was he?
Filed under: Mulch — Clare @ 11:59 am
Slow day here, too. Spreadsheets and online forms by the bucket load, but none of it interesting. And I have to stop late if I want a lift to a chiro session tonight - working late on a grey, cold, wet day like this just seems wrong in so many ways
My daydream (not the one about the nuns trapped in a Jimmy Choo store in a heatwave) involves owning a remote smallholding like this one: http://www.accidentalsmallholder.net/index.php or this http://www.otterfarm.co.uk/
Sigh… back to the nuns… I mean spreadsheets, back to the spreadsheets.
(11.11.05 @ 2:05 pm)
Nuns, eh? Well, I could interpret that, but it would be unethical for me to do so. Especially without charging you for the benefit of my insight.
Still, gotta be better than spreadsheets.
(11.11.05 @ 7:53 pm)
I know its a bit late and your days may have speeded up a bit since the 11th! Am too working on spreadsheet - however - came across your splendid site and just had to write. We too have an allotment - trying as we might to kill the couch and annihilate (dodgy spelling me thinks) the invading mares tail. And a good time was had by all. We have won the battle so far but not I fear the war.
Today the sun shines - its gold fingers painting the trees with its glow, the gentle heat wafted against the cold chill……. and somewhere under the soil it still lurkes…unseen…the mares tail and couch……just waiting……
And as for the small holding……… perchance to dream…
(16.11.05 @ 1:57 pm)