A blogger whom I visit regularly - well his site anyway - thinks that people blogging about their daily life is quite dull. He prefers to deal with important matters in the world today and I like to read his views and also the comments that have been left. However, personally, I much prefer the inconsequential, la vie quotidienne*, the micro aspects that people encounter - their worries, hopes and silly jaunts.
We've not much time here at Fancy Towers for silly jaunts - it is next Sunday that Mr FF will take himself off to Paris ready to begin his new job there. We've not been able to find him somewhere suitable to rent - even though I have left dozens of messages, voice mails, emails and - in the end - got into a nervous irritable state about my lack of success. It was all to do with this Xmas and new year lark; people just have not been around. He - with so much on his plate (he is working at home to finish something before he starts this new position) is trying to allay my fears by telling me he'll be just fine in a hotel to begin with. So be it; I just wanted him settled, that's all.
Anyway, on our noticeboard is my list of things that I must be shown before he leaves:
How to attach the toilet float (see previous entry)
How to bleed the radiator
How to unzip my marked OU essay (my notepad runs on Firefox and to get my essay I need to go to one of our workhorse machines in the basement office. One of the machines has the dreaded Windows - every techie's loathed operating system).
How to play music through the big sound system connected to the projector in the living room (for when my ears are sore from my mp3 headphones).
Once these four things have been explained to me I'll know that I am ready for this life as a Person Alone. Until then even going to the toilet will contain a little knot of worry.
*gosh, people throwing in French phrases is just so pretentious