Hands on

Today was a bit like that. The router was set up relatively quickly, but a tidy up of old computing stuff ensued.

If only I had a fiver for ever time I had tidied the cable box. Have you ever noticed how, you keep one of every type of connection only to turn around a bit later to find that they have replicated exponentially? Seriously, there's audio, USB, ethernet, DIN plug, banana plugs, power cables..... some of them I have no idea what they do, but I guess they must have been useful at some point.

Not only do they replicate, they have the same kind of natural entropic capabilities as small children. I swear that the last time I was in there they were all neatly packed away in reasonably intelligent order. Today they looked like a pot of multicoloured, tangled, sticky spaghetti. AGAIN!

Then a trip into town to pick up food before the week begins again. That was the ultimate descent into hell. No one was paying the slightest bit of attention to anyone else. The aisles where blocked by store assistants clearing boxes, stacking shelves and just generally chatting to their mates. Fathers were shouting out shopping lists down their mobiles trying to get confirmation from the absent other half that the substitution they had chosen was appropriate - while small people darted around their (and my) feet with the latest hallowe'en goodies they had found on the shelf. Then, for some reason, there was a huge number of older ladies who seemed to have dressed in their Sunday best to but their Weetabix and Bran Flakes.

Feeling slightly homicidal I was glad to get out of their and home again. The man sat down to watch the Cowdenbeath game on the tele and I went upstairs for a brief respite. I switched on the camera and the cat decided he'd join in.

I resigned.

Today just isn't going to be a creative one - it's been and will continue to be - hands on.