I wonder why my dishwasher gets tablets and all I get is counselling. I sit down next to it to talk. I tell it I think it may be overmedicated, I tell it of my concern that its cleanliness obsession may be unhealthy. It gives me the silent treatment, and then a passive-aggressive hum. I tell it I think it should get out more, try and make friends with some other major appliances. Has it fallen out with the washing machine? What about that thing they all used to do together with the dryer? Unhelpful silence. A little sass from a flashing light. I wonder aloud if it could drink less, cut down on the rinse aid. Maybe go for a walk in the fresh air. Could it do some more creative work? Break the cycle of filling with dirty things it feels it has to clean and ending up feeling emptied out? Could it at least try something different, maybe in another room? A hobby? One that doesn’t involve tablets and rinse aid. Lastly, I try to coax it into thinking about the effect its behaviour has on othe...
I do not need any more notebooks or sketchbooks, I really don't. I certainly don't need to spend loads of money on the very nice things at Ugmonk, particularly this brass discbound sketchbook . There's something about the aesthetics of tobacco pipes that I find fascinating. I may also be harbouring fantasies of being a wizard...