Looking out of the window today, I was struck by the colour of the featureless sky. We have had a few days of biting cold, accompanied by sunshine and blue skies, so it was only to be expected that January would finally arrive wearing it’s real face. It seems that most of Norfolk, and the rest of Eastern England for all I know, is shrouded in something that resembles mist, but is not that at all.
When I look at paint charts, I am often amused by the names chosen by the companies to represent shades of colour. The paint in this office was called ‘Hessian’, but does not look like any Hessian material I have ever seen. Sometimes, they are fairly accurate. ‘Primrose’ for instance, is a light yellow in our kitchen that is just like the natural colour of that flower. Outside, the sky is somewhere between off-white, and a light grey. If it was a paint sold by Dulux, I am convinced that it should be called ‘January Grey’, then we would all know what to expect, when the tin was opened.
Some of you will be aware that I have recently published a series of posts relating the tale of my trip to Kenya, in 1983. It was a long but enjoyable process, involving many hours of typing, and a deep trawl of my memory. I am happy to report that it was very well-received, and attracted lots of views, as well as some nice comments. This makes it all feel worthwhile, even though I would have written it anyway. Looking at the figures today, I did notice something that, to me at least, seems unusual. There were six parts to that feature. Some were read more than others, and the two later entries more than the first two. This interests me a great deal, as it means that some readers have not bothered to either continue with the story, or to go back and read the beginning, after discovering the last part.
This is one aspect of blogging that always makes me wish that I knew who actually viewed each post. I could then ask them why they didn’t choose to read the whole thing. It is like reading the start of a book perhaps, deciding it’s not for you, and not completing it. Or reading the last chapter, to save wading through the rest. Sorry to waffle on, but I do find it intriguing.
As you can tell, if you are still reading this far down, this post isn’t about anything specific. I felt the need to mention the grey sky, and everything rambled on from there. We are taking down our sparse Christmas decorations later, making it the official end of the festive season. We have birthdays to look forward to though. Julie’s is next week, and I have already got her gifts, so feel well-organised. Mine is in March, and regular readers will know that I always anticipate it with excitement. In between the two, we have those grey days of January and February to endure. One thing about time flying as you get older, is that winter doesn’t seem to last as long as it used to.
In case anyone got missed out. I wish you a happy and healthy 2015. My best wishes to you all. Pete.