We spent most of yesterday in a sort of reverse-film process, bringing full boxes back from the garage and emptying their contents into our new cabinets. In so doing we were able to fill 2 black and 2 green sacks with stuff we've accumulated, but no longer need, in the 17 years since the previous kitchen was fitted.
In the evening we have just enough energy left to go and visit friends who have the "Let's Dance" game. Much semi-drunken fun was had by all. Over the course of the evening I described the extraordinary ashcloud events of the last couple days as being perhaps the most amazing I have lived through. Someone immediately challenged me with 911, which is certainly a contender, but my point was that this is nature asserting its dominance over the pretensions of humanity in a manner unprecedented in the modern era. 911 was an act of mass murder, and there's nothing unusual about that, in the this era or any other.
Today we both kick back in well justified repose. We settle down to watch an episode of Wallander we recorded the other night. I love the quiet, understated atmosphere it creates, to the degree where at one point a policeman, finding a family so paralysed by grief they have forgotten to eat (something I can identify with), finds the time to make them a hot meal. Do you think you'd see that in an American cop thriller?
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