Some days are just downright unproductive. I woke in the wee hours, all bright-eyed and bushy tailed, ready to have at the day. I spent hours trying to do research online, but I just couldn’t seem to find the right words for Google to give me what I wanted. Then I resorted to my bookshelf. Right now I can tell you quite emphatically that I’m really not feeling the joy of “holding a real book in my hands”. They certainly don’t smell warm and inviting either. Just musty and old, and have given me the most epic case of the sneezes ever. Finally, I caved, and spent a fortune on Amazon buying new reference books. At least they have what I’m looking for. Now I’m just not in the mood anymore. The air around my head is blue, and ennui has set in.
I got stuck for at least an hour when I came across my ancient recipe book collection. Of course I looked through them. They’re all still scattered around my feet. My feathered brood are doing their best to devalue them as much as they can, with some precisely placed gnaws, rips, and warm little piles artistically arranged. I can’t put them away yet though. I’m sure I’ll find something interesting soon. It’s like when you’re looking for your birth certificate or something to that effect. Things that don’t often see the light of day. Then you find a stack of old photos, and waste hours looking at forgotten memories.
All I can think about now is how pleased I am to be living in the twentieth century. I had a squiz through The Ladies Guide To True Politeness And Perfect Manners, as you do, by Eliza Leslie, and printed in the eighteen hundreds. I collect these books because – well – I just do. Old formalities and codes of conduct are usually good for a laugh, and for considering what a barbarian I clearly am. But for once, Mrs Beeton wasn’t cute or funny. I couldn’t find a smile at all, and her recipe for parakeet merely annoyed me. Now I believe the day is lost to decent writing, so I’ll have to find some other constructive thing to do. Right after I’ve revisited Robert Carlton Brown’s, The Complete Book Of Cheese, and pondered the strangeness of being human.
Till next time friends. xxx