The latest weather

I shan't have to worry anymore about getting wet and keeping my fag dry when I go out for a fag. as the rain has all but stopped. That's good news for all the people who are going to have firework displays, morris dancing and the such-like. I'm loving it!

Now

I'm enjoying this evening, but I suppose the festivities are going to pass me by. I could go and watch the fireworks in the village centre if I like, but I can't see me being awake for too much longer. Having finished a bottle of cider and well over half-way through a bottle of champagne, I expect I shall be sound asleep before too much longer. This evening makes such a lovely change from what I usually do.

A thorny problem

Have you ever tried smoking a roll-up outside when it's raining buckets? Well I've cracked it and what you do is this: turn the lit end inwards and under your palm, then shield it with the said palm while you take the occasional puff. Sorted! What I haven't worked out, however, is how to keep one's clothes dry while one smokes. Oh well, it's back to the drawing-board.

The weather

The weather is a cunt and I couldn't care less. So there.

New Year's Eve

After I got home from the library I lay down on the sofa and read some more of the Walford. This time it was the bit about Soho. I fell asleep for about half an hour then woke up with a start. Her Serene Highness was back upstairs and holding court. The music was quiet but singularly awful, and sounded like a washing machine going round. The people were a good deal louder than the music and were getting lary. Then I heard from my best friend, inviting me to go there.
So here I am in the best of company, sat at the computer and listening to the rain falling in torrents outside. And do you know what? I'm loving it. What a nice way to see the old year out.

The rest of today

It's shouting toddlers time in the library, so I'm going to take myself home shortly when my session at the computer ends. I don't know what I'm going to do this evening. I know what I'd like to do, but that isn't necessarily the same thing. As long as I can hear myself think, that is all that really matters.

In the meanwhile

I went into the supermarket and it was grimmer than usual. The place was full of frail and fat people hobbling up and down the aisles. Some of the shelves had been picked completely bare. I can't understand why people panic-buy like that every time a bank holiday comes round. The shop will be closed tomorrow but it'll be open again as usual on Saturday. Duh.
While I was there I bumped into a lady I get on really well with. Her son is autistic in the same way that I am, and sometimes they come to hear me play. He reminds me very much of how I was when I was his age. The poor sod is extremely intelligent (has a good BA in English) but very quiet and withdrawn. He's not withdrawn with me though. He could talk the arse off a donkey!! I hope it won't be too long before he can come out of his shell with anyone.
Then I went home for a simple lunch, and noticed how peaceful and quiet it was. I couldn't help hoping that her ladyship would be seeing the new year in elsewhere.
I had intended to spend the rest of the day resting at home, but soon got restless. The weather is beautiful today, and extremely mild for the time of year, so I thought I'd take a little stroll back to the library.