The world turns

Woke up this morning at my usual time and it was not only daylight but the sun was coming through the slats of the blind.  How exciting is that after months of getting up in the dark.  It was still bitterly cold, the sky was an icy blue and an elegant sliver of new moon was also visible.  Wonderful.

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Hup, two, three, four…

As a dedicated avoider of all sport and fitness work who would rather stay healthy and live longer I am actually going to try this idea that if you walk briskly for 10 minutes you can do yourself a power of good.  May not manage the recommended three times a day but hey, something is better than nothing, right?

Has anyone tried it, does it work?

Brrrr.

Brass monkey weather.  Or Taters as we say in London, no idea why.  Anyone able to explain?  Whatever we call it, it’s cold.  Hard going for commuters (please drive safely) but good news for gardeners.  Yes, good news, because we need a few hard frosts every winter to kill off all the nasties that are hibernating in nooks and crannies all over the garden.  I suppose we lose a few nicies as well.  Such is gardening.  And life.

What’s the point of Points?

The other day in an idle moment I posted my first review on TripAdvisor.  Almost immediately I had an excited email (by which I mean lots of !!!) telling me I had points, and encouraging me to add another review.  Which I did, and each time sure enough there was another email adding to my points, and to my status as a reviewer.  Well I didn’t do it for the points, but even so I was intrigued.  The emails say nothing about what the points are for, so I Googled.  And it turns out they are just to encourage you to write more reviews and also I guess to give TripAdvisor an excuse to email you.  They have no value or meaning, they are entirely pointless points.

I think it’s entirely possible that TripAdvisor have shot themselves in the foot with this one, creating exactly the opposite effect to the one intended.  For me the whole thing is so irritating I am unlikely to post any more reviews.  What about you, are you keen on pointless points?

Funny old world

There’s writing, and then there’s comedy writing.  I can always write, often it’s rubbish but I can always do it.  Never blocked.  But being funny is a whole different can of beans.  Some days I just can’t do it.  Other days I think I can, but I never really know till somebody laughs.  If nobody laughs, then it isn’t funny.  It’s a funny old life, being funny.