Getting Up Time

 I dreamed I had a room in College- and couldn't find it. In fact it no longer seemed to exist on the corridor where I knew it ought to have been. I was having a bath in someone else's room (the dream skipped the bit where I broke in) and he returned and I had to get out, dripping wet and make myself scarce....

Our getting-up time now coincides with the grey of the dawn. Soon enough we'll be rising in the dark. This morning I got to see the the great yellow harvest moon hanging among clouds on the western horizon.....

So Mean

 The Sainsbury's delivery guy helped me transfer our shopping from his baskets to our carrier bags- which doesn't usually happen- and it wasn't just because he's an extra nice person but because the company has brought in a new regime whereby his every action is timed. "I have seven minutes to complete your delivery," he says. Clearly he found it stressful. "I'm hoping he says, "that the bosses will come to their senses and go back to how things were."

I hope so too.

Does capitalism really have to be so mean?