A little respite from election
fever fatigue …
For people like me: Last week was National Stationery Week, read Sarah Millican’s take on it (no apology for the swearing).
I’ve got my cuppa, how about you?
First up, the most eagerly awaited film this year: Second official teaser for Star Wars.
For film fans and book lovers: 25 films you may not know were based on books.
Interior Design: Who wants to live in a house like this?
Science/Humanity: Near Death Experiences
A fine excuse to put the kettle on …
Space: The final frontier – these images are little bit more spectacular than what I saw here in the south east on Friday. I’m not bitter. But I totally blame Dara and Brian for getting me all excited and then …nothing.
Nature: A tortoise, a croc and Sir David Attenborough. We may be being a little insensitive to the tortoise’s feelings – but it’s too funny not to share. I normally watch the GN Show so I must have been on a rare night out to have missed this.
This week’s lazy Sunday selection …
The physics of productivity: Newton’s Laws for getting stuff done
… not for those who are squeamish about snakes!
I have a corn snake – that’s her/him (I don’t know which) above, called Sam. S/he is in the dream but is very real.
So, in the dream, I meet Lewis Hamilton, who also owns a corn snake, which, for some unknown reason, I borrow. Maybe I was in a devil my care mood, I don’t know, but I also ordered one to be delivered with my weekly shop. A bigger, more aggressive one. A Python.
It cost me £175. That seemed to be my biggest concern.
So now I had three snakes.
I was somewhere but couldn’t say where – there were lots of people around, somehow connected with F1 but not in the pits – which would have been apt, since the snakes were roaming around quite happily – but which is strange because a) Sam is kept in a tank (that’s her/his odd day out, in the paddling pool) for fear of her/him burrowing into a sofa and having to be cut free – as happened to the friends we re-homed her/him for – and b) no-one seemed to mind.
I did try putting them all in the tank, but they were escape artists.
Then another, smaller but pretty, snake appeared. Lewis assured me it wasn’t poisonous (because tiny and pretty = deadly).
Lewis was wrong. There was much hissing and slithering as the big snakes all tried to get away from the tiddler.
And then I woke up.
Freud had a theory about the interpretation of dreams. I wonder what he’d make of this one?
I own a snake. I’d been reading about Formula One beginning on Sunday week.
I think that’s about it.