Categories: ramblings
Date: 16 March 2010 12:06:36
We have a fair amount of green space around Rosamundi Towers. Admittedly, it’s only for a given value of “a fair amount,” bearing in mind that I live on an east London low-rise housing estate. This leads to foxes, and, given the time of year it is, the foxes are trying to make baby foxes.
The noise of a mating fox is almost indescribable – someone said to me that “it sounds like they're strangling babies.” This noise worked its way into my subconscious as I slept the innocent, untroubled sleep of someone with either a terribly clear conscience or a remarkably poor memory, and led to some very odd and disturbing dreams before the noise woke me up properly. Wretched subconscious that will let me sleep through an earthquake but won’t let me sleep through the sound of someone apparently being brutally slaughtered under my bedroom window.
So I kept waking last night with a vague sense of dread and foreboding, and I am, I think, still asleep, despite the best efforts of the coffee machine at work – “triple espresso? That’ll do nicely...” So I am sat here staring at a report I need to write, and all I can think is “sooooo sleepy. Brain stuck.” It’s just taken me twenty minutes to figure out that the result of a particular formula is complete and utter nonsense, and that the reason for this is not because I messed up the formula, but because one number that the formula picked up is out by a factor of 100. I really should have spotted that immediately, there’s a bit of a difference between £1,000,000 and £10,000.
Given Her Majesty’s Metropolitan Police Force tends to frown on people brandishing twelve-bores out the window whilst screaming threats and imprecations at three in the morning, and we’re a bit lacking in packs of foxhounds, I’m thinking “bucket of cold water to fling out the window.” That’ll fox ‘em. Hah.