Spring / Sun / Winter / Dread
Thank you to Everything Everything and my therapist. And a yawning French Phrase of the Day
I’ve got nothing today. Zilch zero nil. I’m like the Arsenal in attack the past couple of games. No ideas. I started typing something about the rain pitter pattering on the corrugated steel roof out of our window, only to doubt that it is corrugated steel. I googled corrugated steel and saw that it is in fact, not corrugated steel. So then I thought I could just lie about it, are fact checkers going to come over and inspect our neighbours roof? What ever happened to creative licence anyway? Replaced with fake news I suppose. I then thought about all the other times I’ve stared at the screen and started talking about the weather, the englishness in me seeping out on to the page. The sun, the spring, the rain, the wind and so on and so forth. There’s a song by Everything Everything that I think might have made it on to a Fifa game once upon a time called Spring / Sun / Winter / Dread - I think that I’m residing slightly in that dread right now, waiting to loop back around to the Spring. It’s coming next week it seems if you can trust the Met Office or whoever provides this information in France. Météo-France is who it is as it turns out. Anyway I’m simply waiting for the sun and the energy that comes from it so I can spend more time outside and less time looking at rain on a non-corrugated steel roof. Et voila, here I am talking about the weather. You can take the man out of England etc. etc.
French Phrase of the Day - 27th February 2025:
avoir un poil dans la main - to have a hair in the hand (lit.)
Here I am just moaning about weather, making excuses for staying inside. Sure it’s nice to have the sun but is that really the blocker? Am I simply, plainly, extremely lazy? I’ve always branded myself as lazy and then when I talked to my therapist or friends or family they refute it - a bit. I’m never sure whether my feeling of lack of productiveness comes from Our Capitalist Society or is grounded in truth. If I was pre-Capital, in whatever sense that is. Let’s say I’m a subject of a feudal lord, a peasant on the farm for example, would I be a lazy worker? Would I reap and sow quick enough, with the desired vim and vigour? Or would I be accused to avoir un poil dans la main, have a hair in the hand or in other words be extremely lazy? Thankfully there’s no way of being turfed out of my work, of my labour, on to the streets of feudal Britain or France. Maybe I would join the revolution and find my passion. Maybe that’s what I’m waiting for in the present day.
I have no pictures of anything that I ate yesterday, and for that I owe you my sincerest apologies and the fact that you’ve seen it all before. Granola and banana and yogurt for breakfast, a sandwich for lunch and leftover ragù for dinner. I’ll do better today, I promise.
à demain !
here’s the song referenced in the text