It's only 10.30 in the morning and already I have several questions to ask of the world, raised while going through the processes of getting up, having breakfast, reading a Linguistics magazine and using my computer.
Question 1. No one is watching, so why is it still a humiliation to find yourself standing under the shower for three hours holding a bottle upside down so that the last dribble of shower gel becomes available?
Question 2. How can (a) a satsuma and a pear and (b) two slices of thick white toast buttered and then spread lavishly with Nutella BOTH be deemed an acceptable breakfast? I've just had option (a) and had to have a mug of hot chocolate to make up for the disillusionment.
Question 4. Do I have the right to feel so damned good about myself when my laptop tells me, 'Well done. You have successfully installed Java' when all I did was press 'Next' several times?
Question 5. Why can't British TV broadcast such thrilling programmes as Norwegian TV does, as described in this morning's BBC news item which you can find here?
I am waiting to see whether the rest of the day throws up quite so many questions. If so, I'll be going to bed tonight a very confused woman.
|Fran decided not to even START asking questions such as 'Why the stupid Internet cat language?'|
and 'Where's the apostrophe?'