His story repeating itself

Sunday.
Another goldfish committed suicide by trying to escape the tank. Bake this time. Emergency oxygen input proceedures into the tank and a lid should keep the buggers in place from now on. Bloody fish and thier bids for freedom.
Spent most of the day watching series 4 of Futurama in pyjamas with Moo. We left Chambers only to get a bit of lunchbox shopping from Jacksons. Moo wore her 'heelies' (chunky trainers with a wheel in the heel), which she hasn't quite mastered yet so the two minute walk turned into half an hour as every step was weighed down by her clung to my mid rift to stop herself falling over. Which she did of course.
In one of those sychronous moments that happen, an old friend from some previous life drove by and waved. I spent the rest of the day and evening answering the 'whats', 'whys' and 'whens' that Moo felt compelled to ask about said previous life and friendship. Its not until you find yourself trying to explain things to an eight year old that you see how silly we 'grown ups' can be...

Monday.
Back to the job centre again. Hurumph. They're pleasant enough up there, even encouraging but I have to say that the process weighs me down. It has become an annual habit i'm not proud of. It would be nice to have a gig that lasts for once, one that pays enough to live off and that I can just do leaving me some head space to do my thing... I'm sure something will turn up, but being officially an unemployment statistic just reinforces the situation and sense of uselessness (now where did I put my Prozac?). I'm not saying this with any sense of self-pity but the skills I have are either (in terms of graphics) the common denominator or simply obsolete. I've spent my time trying to be the artist...

To lighten the mood I met my very own (me and) Mrs Jones (we meet everyday, at the same café...) for a coffee and lunch date, we flirted as we always do and laughed about our 'pretend' (or is it? Hmm?) affair and the associated gossip. One of those people I am truly glad to know, she makes me feel comfortable in my skin, gives a good hug and happily listens to my inane ramblings. She also bought Moo and I the first season of Futurama...for which Mrs Jones gets a full 10 points.

Returned to Knaresborough to do the school run and ended up going with Elsa to a derelict, burnt out building to take photos. The building was owned by the late Jacob Smith sisters and is, in my humble opinion, a marvellous example of Edwardian architecture. The local council however have scheduled it for demolition so that a developer can build a million (well nineteen actually) faceless people dwellings on the site. Such a shame. I'm not against development as a rule, we do need more housing afterall and modern architecture generally excites me. But the demolition of this 100 yr old building is such an easy option and goes against the ethos of knaresborough's conservation and planning regulations, it could easily be converted to half a dozen 'luxury' apartments and the remainder of the site would still be big enough to build the rest. The buildings that will replace it will be the same standard derivative mediocre crap that gets thrown up by developers and builders all over the country. Hmm. Rant over. Richard is going to write a letter to someone with authority to try and sort it out.

So now its tuesday... I have forms to fill in. Hmm. Better get on with that then.