Archive for December, 2008
Life is full of stuff that doesn’t make sense. Negative co-incidences that seem to happen purely to annoy the hell out of you. If, as a fair few scientists are telling us now, there are an infinite number of universes out there with a branch based on every decision anyone ever makes, then why do I keep ending up in the one which pisses me off the most? Sometimes my agnostic atheist tendencies get completely twisted around at this point as I become sure that there is a ‘higher being’ or a bearded bloke in the sky, and his sole aim is to do little insignificant things that are guaranteed to piss me off ….
Which brings us to Tuesday. Cue a panicked call from home stating that all the power had gone off. After a few minutes I determined that all the power had not gone off, but the sockets for downstairs had – which is just as bad considering the TV is plugged into them! Anyway, I head off home from the office early to try and ensure world peace by giving the gift of ‘Home and Away’ and ‘The Suite Life of Zack and Cody’ to the rest of my family.
The problem here is that is has been snowing. Well, it snowed the night before and the generally stupid driving masses still hadn’t gotten to grips with the intricacies of driving a car through an inch of standing snow. I must have missed the public information film that told everyone the best way to drive in snow is to drive at either 2mph, or drive as fast as possible whilst braking at the last moment as the snow obviously makes your brakes work better! I lost track of the amount of bumps I saw as I slowly avoided the chaos to get home.
And it is dark. I have no idea why my house is in darkness because the lights are working fine, but it is. Sure enough, as soon as I flipped the switch on the RCD it went pop immediately…
… and so started the most tedious and bloody annoying job known to any householder. The turning on of every appliance one by one, until it goes pop again. However typically in my case, the RCD only went pop when I switched on some 650mA Christmas lights – surely it isn’t those? It wasn’t as I found out after unplugging them smug in the knowledge that the mystery was solved, only for it to pop again when I turned something else on … which meant that something was overloading and made the job of identification so much harder.
Eventually, after a few hours of trial and error (there has to be a more scientific method of finding faults than that!) the rogue item identified itself as the dishwasher. No matter what else was switched on, as soon as the dishwasher was turned on, the world was plunged into darkness….
Now to get it repaired….
I feel quite strange. Something just doesn’t seem right. Last night, I opened a bottle of wine and actually enjoyed the taste of it bringing 20 years of wine-hatred to a bottle shattering halt. I could taste and smell the flavours and aroma’s I was apparently meant to and it really did complement the turkey I was eating.
Not a great monumental occasion for sure, but yet another milestone in the removal of nicotine from my life. In fact, my reliance on nicotine goes back further than my hatred of wine (and coincided with a hatred for whisky following 750ml in one night as a 17 year old heading to the Quadrant Park which has only just gone away, and a total phobia of Pernod following a 1/2 price promotion in the local pub – a phobia that is still with me) and has had far more effects on my life.
It is strange seeing myself now as a non-smoker after all these years. My feet still get twitchy every hour in the office and I find myself scurrying for the kettle rather than the stairs to get outside. I don’t actually feel like smoking, but I do want to go outside with everyone and enjoy the banter. Given that it is now five weeks since my last cigarette (thankyou Champix for the opportunity to write those last 11 words – you may well be making others commit suicide, but you have done wonders for me), I decided to enjoy another of my vices last night – my first cigar since quitting. Even though it was a fine Dominican, the combination of the sub zero temperatures permeating through my Mr Tickle slippers and the shock of putting something burning into my mouth removed a lot of the enjoyment — maybe I will never enjoy a cigar again??? I don’t really care that much to be honest but I will try again this forthcoming weekend.
Life without cigarettes doesn’t scare me one bit, life without the appreciation of a good cigar whilst drinking a fresh Chardonnay does however …