I’ll speculate that there is not another being who had a reminder to renew their quantum optics patent the same morning he dreamed about getting personal photographs from the 13th incarnation of the Dalai Lama, like I did. In addition I applied to extend my right to stay in France at the prefecture and fitted two poorly designed spot lights onto the iffy “period” wiring in the house this afternoon.
From time to time I wonder if DIY and gardening are the best use of my time.
Waiting at the prefecture I found it hard not to whistle a bit of Dona Summer à la Fully Monty dole office scene. I felt my feet tapping…
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Sittin’ here eatin’ my heart out
Waitin’ for some lover to call
Dialled about a thousand numbers lately
Almost rang the phone off the wall
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But I decided to behave myself.
Life it seems is one odd juxtaposition after another.
I need to decide if it is better to pay for the upkeep of my granted UK patent or to spend the money on groceries or paint. The fee is not dissimilar to a weekly shop.
I suspect that people might struggle to make this shit up…
I wonder what next… what will the dreaming give rise to…
