Feeling The Time Of Year...

This is the view from the front door of our flat.


This is the view from out window.


I'm feeling Christmasy now. Bring on the holidays.

The Eternal Quandary...

I have many things I need to get done at home. I would like these to be done, as I also have lots of things that I would like to do when I get home. While I would much rather do the things I would like to do, rather than those things I need to do, I know that if I do all those things I would like to do then, time being finite, I will run out of time to do those things I need to do, meaning I will reach the point where I needed to have them done by and they won't be done. Therefore, due to the aforementioned finite nature of time, I know that do get things I need done, you know, done, I will have to do the things I need done done before I can do the things I'd like to get done. But unfortunately this means that it is most likely that the remaining time I do have left to get anything done will have run out by the time I get the things I need done done, leaving me no time to get to do the things I would like to get done.

All in all I find myself in part wishing I'd had the time to get the things I need to get done done before now. But although I'll admit some of them need to be done now because I did some of the things I wanted to get done when I could have been doing things that I needed to be doing, the truth is there were other things that, back then, that I also needed to get done, and in getting them done I left myself with less time to to do the things I wanted to do, which in turn increased the amount of time I had to wait to do these things, which only increases the amount that I want to do them.

You all see my problem?

Where There's No Smoke...

Last Friday was my office Christmas party. This means that I was out on a Friday night in a bar/club in central London. I enjoyed myself and all that, but one of the best points of the evening was the morning after, when to woke up to find that my clothes and hair did not stink of tobacco smoke, necessitating the immediate washing of myself and everything I had touched since leaving the club to prevent the nauseating odour permeating the entire flat. Nor was my throat raw from being forced to spend the evening inhaling an entire buildings worth of smokers second hand smoke.

If the Labour government is remembered fondly for nothing else (and at the moment it looks like this is quite possible) it should always be remember that, if nothing else, they got rid of smoking in public places. And it's easy to forget how much of an improvement on most people lives that was.