It's raining.

Behind the house is a path that leads to a school. Some poor young woman, obviously with no umberella, strides forward, defiant against the water, in the direction of the school. Her long blond hair is soaked. Poor thing.

As I watch her pass, my memories call back to the shouting and swearing only a couple of nights ago. I was glad when the rowdy youths left for another area. The kettle boils and, rather than dirty a tea spoon, I pick up the mornings breakfast spoon out of the pile of washing up, to make the tea with. Then, I return to the living room to sort out the web pages.

It took a few hours, but finally the pictures are ready for peer review before they go live on one of the web sites. I lost a few pictures though. They got corrupted. How, I haven't got a clue, but they got stuffed either while on the server, or when I put them up there. Why I made my career in technology I haven't a clue. So many things go wrong, and I haven't got a clue when, where or why ... and then my job is to put it right? (sigh)

Time for bed now. The thermometer still says around 15c. I do as much as possible in the living room, including sleeping during the winter, as the place is bitterly cold and it costs a fortune to heat. The wind also buffets against the wall, so even if I did decide to use the electric wall heaters to warm the place up, it would be bitterly cold again five minutes after I switch them off. A portable nuclear reactor. That's what I could do with; it would solve my electric bill problems for sure. The drawback of radiation exposure would probably be that I would end up with yellow skin like Marge Simpson. On second thoughts, I think I'll just sit here and freeze.