¦ dialling in from workstation ¦
13:12 GMT, Thursday 15th November 2007. Taking a wee break from today's mayhem. Steep learning curve for me today trying to get my brain around some technical know-how on 3rd party advertising systems. So I'm waiting for a call back from techy people and decided to rest my brain. Slept-in til 5 A.M. today, woken up by Jo's alarm going off...she's up early to catch a train to London. I padded downstairs, aware of the sharp stinging of the cold on my cheeks...thank god for thick home-knitted woollen Norweigan socks and the enveloping comfort of Starsky. Brewed mugs of tea for Jo and I...we sat downstairs in the dinning room, soft light from an occaisional lamp, listening to Classic FM and chatting about the day ahead, and smiling at the fact we're both so happy with each other. She left around 5.30. I went upstairs and did some work on Lovecraftian monsters... life support blasting out to my right, mug of tea and Gary Numan wailing away through speakers on my desk. I cooked up the last of the bacon from the weekend into a monster bacon sandwhich, washed down with more tea, then locked up the house, de-iced the car and drove into Bath.
Wow. What a journey. The sun had already risen but only had the effect of making the sky lighter (pale grey with bands of weak yellow and pink) than the horizon. Beyond the city, out in the rolling Sommerset hills, the terrain was locked under a dense blanket for white frost, and cossetted by a dense blanket of freezing fog. Perfect Cthulhu weather, eh? Driving along the edge of the high hill by Kelston, my car popped out above the fog, leaving me driving along the edge of a vast milky lake...with the skeletal limbs of trees reaching up near the edges... it seemed as if I was driving along the edge of the known world... a sugar frosted netherworld. It's yet another day when I've driven into work with a huge grin on my face.
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