April showers??? I think not…[/caption]   Especially the flip from one state to the other

in terrible weather conditions

after a walk in said weather conditions…

Yesterday was especially horrible – IF I can get it to work I’ll post a clip of the sudden and unexpected hail and sleet we experienced. So – weather wise – February was like early summer, March was like early spring and this week April is like sodding winter. Technical term there.

It’s been one of those weeks.

If people had actually gone out of their ways to try and p*ss me off (hmm, who’s to say they didn’t?) it couldn’t have been much more irritating. There was a piece of research I saw in the last few days that suggested that the rise in social media and the rise in confirmation bias in the algorithms is leading to an increase in intolerance when people do not get their own ways. Certainly seems like it. So the cortisol levels have been rising and rising. As more and more people make it more and more difficult to bite my tongue. Interesting aside – mistyped “dificult” and surprised to find this is not in the spellchecker which, given the American English propensity for removing extraneous redundant letters, is a bit of a surprise. Which made me think that maybe it was just two f in difficult (go on, say it out loud). Which is probably why I don’t earn my living as a comedian. Sad face.

And the annoying thing is

I can’t tell you why! Client confidentiality, private matters, business sensitive information. Sigh, or even double sigh. Actually, the week DID start with a teensy (in Miriam Webster so I know the Americans recognise it but not in the spellchecker nevertheless) piece of one-upmanship (again not in the spellchecker but the subject of an entire book!). We’ve just had the hour change – stupid idea IMHO, supposedly introduced for the benefit of farmers way back when, maybe for milking purposes. Show me a cow that can read the time and I’ll change my mind – which means various clocks need changing including having to show Lorraine how to alter the one in her car (formerly my car for longer term readers). Leapt into my new one, drew away having noticed the time was an hour wrong only to turn the corner and notice the time was now right – it had changed it itself! Hush my ego.

Which reminds me.

Nice Becki day today (meeting with my life coach for new readers) so I got my meridians and chakras well sorted. Enough to offset the nightmare that is Bournemouth traffic and the damage that does to your head – nothing difficult, no dangerous drivers, just too many vehicles, too many traffic lights and not enough road. Actually, let’s change that – for the available road… let’s get my green (-ish) credentials out there. I was raised in a world of public transport – neither parent drove or owned a car – and I didn’t pass my test until I was in my early-twenties. But you couldn’t live in the town of Whiteley if you were dependent on public transport – one bus every two hours and all the politicians at city and county level express surprise that no one uses them. And even that bus doesn’t pass through the local business park (car parking issues kept leaving insufficient room for bus to pass) or a couple of major centres of population. Not even useful for the elderly – who may well be in possession of free bus passes – I think there’s been a timetable change since this but the bus most elderly persons would have found useful to go to the next town ran too early for the pass to be valid – by about five minutes – so they would have had to wait two hours for the next one. And none at the weekend at all! You couldn’t MAKE this up… Back to life and stress.]]>