I’ve long harboured a desire to make some replica flintlock (or whatever) type pistols. Aunt Margaret, in Harpenden, has a real pair. They’re fabulous!
I opened to a random page of The Book of The Gun, and started to read about a chap called Alexander Forsyth, a Scots clergyman who advanced firing technologies, back in the Georgian era. Fascinating stuff!
Earlier in the day, Teresa and I went for a walk, to see the High Street, in March. The roadworks there, which have been ongoing for about two years, are very nearly finished.
One of the last things the construction workers did was rebuild the cast-iron monument, pictured above. It’s now in a new off centre position. And it appears that something remains to be added (there’s an empty central space).
Like another similar bit of town planning – the car park on market square was totally rebuilt – the planning and execution are a bit odd.
Both developments lessen the overall amount of available parking in the town centre. Which I can’t imagine is very good for local commerce? And our local branch of Lloyds bank is closing down permanently tomorrow.
Anyway… why do I mention ennui? Well, a WhatsApp chat with dad and several siblings earlier today, left me severely depressed. Plus we have the errant kitten. And I’m just depressed generally, at present.
After a brief work shift – work is very good for me at present; simple, constructive, pleasant enough – I got home, sat in my favourite chair, and… well, did nothing.
I feel utterly spent. Washed out. With zero energy or motivation. Not a nice feeling!