My Agleam Knee
Dec. 13th, 2010 12:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
todayiamadaisyI found my first ever grey hair this weekend, which was unexpectedly depressing. Closer inspection revealed a couple more. I pulled them out. Take that, ageing process! What was weird was that two of them were white at the bottom, but dark at the top, as though my hair had changed its mind. I wouldn't have thought that was possible, but there you go. The internet tells me the average age for women to start getting grey hairs is 34, which means I am above average by two years, so that made me feel a little better.
On Saturday evening, there was a knock on the door but there was nobody there. An hour later, the doorbell rang, but, again, there was nobody there. I shut the leather bellpull in the door to remove temptation (my doorbell is an actual bell next to the door). An hour later, there was a knock, and another one an hour after that. I know who it was. There is a boy, about ten, a couple of houses down, who has a friend who lives around the corner. They went through a doorbell ringing phase earlier in the year as they walked between their two houses. Not just my house, though I suppose it is particularly tempting because it has relatively easy access to the front door, compared to neighbouring houses that have a little porch to go through. They stopped when the man across the road lay in wait behind his door and caught them red-handed at the doorbell. I hope Saturday was a one-off recurrence. I don't really begrudge them being silly, but it is just a tiny bit annoying. And I hope they're not doing it to Joan Next Door, who is an old lady living on her own. I must ask her next time I hear her in the garden.
I have been working on my year-end newsletter thing that I send out with my Christmas cards and on reflection I have come to the conclusion that 2010 has not been particularly happy for me. I seem to have been down and grumpy all year. I normally try to be chipper* here, to cheer myself up, but I don't know how successful I've been lately. Anyway, I am very much looking forward to drawing a line under 2010 and starting a fresh new year.
* The spell check wants to change that to 'kipper'. I think it's safe to say I've never tried to be kipper.
On Saturday evening, there was a knock on the door but there was nobody there. An hour later, the doorbell rang, but, again, there was nobody there. I shut the leather bellpull in the door to remove temptation (my doorbell is an actual bell next to the door). An hour later, there was a knock, and another one an hour after that. I know who it was. There is a boy, about ten, a couple of houses down, who has a friend who lives around the corner. They went through a doorbell ringing phase earlier in the year as they walked between their two houses. Not just my house, though I suppose it is particularly tempting because it has relatively easy access to the front door, compared to neighbouring houses that have a little porch to go through. They stopped when the man across the road lay in wait behind his door and caught them red-handed at the doorbell. I hope Saturday was a one-off recurrence. I don't really begrudge them being silly, but it is just a tiny bit annoying. And I hope they're not doing it to Joan Next Door, who is an old lady living on her own. I must ask her next time I hear her in the garden.
I have been working on my year-end newsletter thing that I send out with my Christmas cards and on reflection I have come to the conclusion that 2010 has not been particularly happy for me. I seem to have been down and grumpy all year. I normally try to be chipper* here, to cheer myself up, but I don't know how successful I've been lately. Anyway, I am very much looking forward to drawing a line under 2010 and starting a fresh new year.
* The spell check wants to change that to 'kipper'. I think it's safe to say I've never tried to be kipper.