notes from
the MUCK . . .

How does your garden grow? With muck, muck and more muck! I spent much of today finishing the final muck box and then shifting muck from one box to the next. The first box, which the Big Lad is enthusiastically pointing out, has been rotting down for two years now and once we’d removed the top quarter of unrotted material, we found we’d hit the pay dirt.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Cold i Turkey

So I lost my ipod sometime between last night and this morning. I remember taking it out of my pocket whilt putting up the xmas tree and putting it on the table last night. When I went to get it this morning to go to work it wasn't there. I may have put it in my pocket when I took the dog out this morning and dropped it over the common.

Anyway, I'm finding it really hard. I was late into work looking for it. All the time I was looking I had a vision of the ipod being in a specific place, and that specific place being a million miles from where I was actually looking. At one point I kicked my chair. I was in a bad mood all day. I had to take my brother's ipod in with me and it's a different model and the differentness of the shape in my pocket was apparent to me all day. More worryingly, I think I could detect that the music in the ipod was different. It was quite nice to listen to some new music but I felt something was wrong the whole day. And if I thought today was bad, tomorrow will be even worse as my brother wants his ipod back.

The thought of a working day without being able to plug into my sounds travelling to and from work and between clients is intolerable. I mean it; if I don't find it I'm going to buy another one tomorrow. Being on buses for hours, drifting through drab shopping centres on my way to meet depressed and vulnerable children; I need to have a soundtrack to do this. Everytime I'm out of the house and I don't have company, you can guarantee that I'm plugged in. I've had some time to reflect and wonder whether this is compulsive or not. I've come to the decision that I don't care and am going to pay out my dosh for a new one come tomorrow should it not turn up in the common on my morning walk. (I've already trawled the common tonight in the mud and cold trying to get the dog to find it).

So, no real point to this post except to vent. I wonder how much sleep I'll get, thinking of my ipod out there somwhere, maybe someone is listening to it, maybe it's just sitting somewhere, playing my songs to a dark and lonely night, and maybe, just maybe, I'll hear one of those songs in my dreams.

Does anyone else feel they'd go off on one if they lost their music?? Am I alone here?? Has ANYONE seen my ipod??????

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