The Week that Was

It has been funny over this last week…

I had an important meeting with some councillors and prior to me leaving the house I’d been decorating, so I thought I’d spruce myself up and jumped into the shower… all well and good right up till half way into Aberdeen city I noticed I’d put my top on inside out!! Eek!!… Shock — embarrassment (yes I noticed my error whilst chattering on the phone to a friend, why are we never completely alone when these things happen?) — Panic (amidst the chuckling).. Where could I change? Did I have time to stop and change? How would I persuade council members to favour my project and trust me with large sums of money when I couldn’t even dress myself properly!

I was almost at the council chambers when I noticed a club house that sits in the middle of a town park… so swinging the car into its car park… I legged it to the main entrance…now it gets weird.. okay mebbe weirder!..

The front doors were locked; I could see the mortise - but….. it was locked with the doors still open!… So I snuck inside… the place was in darkness, the alarms were going off…. and I couldn’t see a soul… I danced briefly around the reception area waiting for someone to pounce out at me and demand to know why I was there…my consciousness of lack of time swelled my panic so I deciding not to hang around but to dive into the ladies toilets and sort my top… which I did…

I left the building in the same state I found it and jumped back into my car… with only five minutes spare. It wasn’t until I was back driving that I thought ‘did I set off the alarms’?… ‘mebbe the door was supposed to be locked after all’… eek…. I might’ve entered a building without permission!! Perhaps as I type I’m really a stowaway ignorant criminal……

Now…. whilst this is a tale amongst many in the narrative that is my life, what is the point in these happening if you have no one to share them with… Everyone I’ve ever encountered has been judged by me as either a ‘drain’ or a ‘radiator’…. This week I have to get used to missing the warmth of a particular radiator… it switched off without warning but the trouble with human radiators is that there isn’t a workman I can call to reinstate the heat…

The only comfort I’m left with is my belief that each of us are not an identity that exists independently… even if it appears like that. That indeed we are simply the basis of our imputation, without that concept we are dependent upon that imputation and the naming and labelling of it… so I see the radiator and I as being interdependent…. and that brings its own heat and love.