It’s Oh So Quiet

I’ve been out for a walk today – and I can’t believe just how quiet it is outside. Amazingly, the supermarkets appear to all be shut – miracles never cease – and the only slight sound is that of traffic. Walk a short distance off the street into Clayton Vale and it’s a glorious day, far quieter than a normal. Lovely.

Incendiary

I can’t wait to see what Maria has to say about the story in today’s Guardian about a domestic abuse ‘expert’ who believes that acts of domestic violence are a defence response to undetected panic attacks.

I’ve never been involved in domestic abuse, and hopefully never will be – so I can’t really say what provokes certain men to want to abuse their partners, but from what other people have told me, it’s more about the abuser being insecure and feeling the need to display their “power” over their partner, to show their “superiority” by assaulting them. To be the attacker is (supposedly) to be the powerful one. That doesn’t sound like a panic attack to me, but as I said, I’m no expert.

Money ≠ Sense

Unbelievable. A “tycoon” has spent £70m on a London mansion. Fair enough, it’s a 12-bedroom place in Kensington Palace Gardens. But bloody hell, £70m? More money than sense.

Euro-advertising

While most adverts are bloody annoying, I have to say that the ones I find to be the worst are the ones that are made for an entire continent at once, with just bad dubbing and no lip-syncing to put them into each country’s preferred language.

Sleep, pt. 2

As if I needed any further proof that the last week had been major evidence of my being right on the shaky edge of a burnout, I’ve been doing some major sleeping this weekend already. 13 hours Thursday into Friday, and 7 hours last night. Gawd knows what I’ll manage to do tonight, but I’m hoping that it’ll be more of the same. A quiet Easter weekend, and plenty of sleep – just what the doctor would’ve ordered, if a) I ever went to see doctors, and b) they didn’t just enjoy prescribing Happy Pills® with little to no further investigation.

Happy

Yes, it was a good night too. Seeing friends, and then added beer, curry, and DVDs. And just to top it off, finding out where my copy of Angels on Fire had been hiding, which means I don’t have to fork out for a new (well, pre-owned) copy. A good night all round. Now if only I could persuade my body that today is actually Saturday, not a second Sunday.

Sleep

Well, you could say I’ve caught up on some sleep. It’s 1pm, and I’ve just crawled out of the pit. Do I feel better for it? I’ll let you know when my brain wakes up and is capable of conscious thought.

And yes, that does make it – for me at least – a very Good Friday. *grin*