If I claim the only reason I haven't posted for a while is because I was moving, will you believe me? Well, given I almost never get round to posting anything, probably not. (I made a New Year Resolution to post more often! And it's only May, so I'm obviously fulfilling it admirably!)
The new flat - rented, for once, rather than owned - is very nice, and more or less set up as I want it, barring various pieces of furniture that are on order. There are many floor to ceiling windows, and on each is a roller blind, of the sort that, in a wonder of modern engineering, rolls up effortlessly at a twitch of the cord. ............. Have I inserted a long enough pause for you to stop laughing and pick yourself up of the floor? So, in a more accurate description, there are many windows, and on each is a roller blind, of the sort that likes to stick determinedly part way up. The manufacturer's website has many pretty videos of blinds going up and down, and no mention that these videos are works of speculative fiction.1 Luckily my favourite walking stick comes in very handy for teasing them up the last little bit when they jam too high for me to reach.2
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1 I am not sure whether they should properly be categorised as SF, set in some future technological paradise, Utopian fiction, or perhaps an Alternate History, in which the company concerned designed something that actually worked before bringing it to the market. Or perhaps they are best understood as Fantasy, and the blinds are depicted operating by magic.
2 I bought the stick years ago at Sant Pere de Roda, mostly because I'd had such a pleasant day wandering around there I thought I should buy something from them beyond the rather good lunch. (If you ever happen to be there, I recommend the Gazpacho.) Since then I've used it not just for its intended purpose - presuming that to be hiking and not pilgrimaging, for which I obviously haven't used it at all - but also propped across the bath to hang my BC after rinsing my dive gear, and now for the blinds, so I've been amply rewarded for buying it. I still haven't used the little compass set in the top though, not because of my awesome sense of direction, but because I'm generally so hopelessly lost even a compass is not much use.
The new flat - rented, for once, rather than owned - is very nice, and more or less set up as I want it, barring various pieces of furniture that are on order. There are many floor to ceiling windows, and on each is a roller blind, of the sort that, in a wonder of modern engineering, rolls up effortlessly at a twitch of the cord. ............. Have I inserted a long enough pause for you to stop laughing and pick yourself up of the floor? So, in a more accurate description, there are many windows, and on each is a roller blind, of the sort that likes to stick determinedly part way up. The manufacturer's website has many pretty videos of blinds going up and down, and no mention that these videos are works of speculative fiction.1 Luckily my favourite walking stick comes in very handy for teasing them up the last little bit when they jam too high for me to reach.2
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1 I am not sure whether they should properly be categorised as SF, set in some future technological paradise, Utopian fiction, or perhaps an Alternate History, in which the company concerned designed something that actually worked before bringing it to the market. Or perhaps they are best understood as Fantasy, and the blinds are depicted operating by magic.
2 I bought the stick years ago at Sant Pere de Roda, mostly because I'd had such a pleasant day wandering around there I thought I should buy something from them beyond the rather good lunch. (If you ever happen to be there, I recommend the Gazpacho.) Since then I've used it not just for its intended purpose - presuming that to be hiking and not pilgrimaging, for which I obviously haven't used it at all - but also propped across the bath to hang my BC after rinsing my dive gear, and now for the blinds, so I've been amply rewarded for buying it. I still haven't used the little compass set in the top though, not because of my awesome sense of direction, but because I'm generally so hopelessly lost even a compass is not much use.
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