I was printing out my emails today, reading them, and then throwing them in the bin, when Ronald spotted me. He superciliously asked me wasn’t I concerned about what I was doing to the environment. I was tempted to say wasn’t he concerned about what he was doing to the office environment by coming to work each day. I don’t get this. Paper is captured carbon, isn’t it? — carbon that’s not in the atmosphere as carbon dioxide, keeping our lovely planet nice and warm. Isn’t it good that we continuously grow trees and chop them down? I know the paper may eventually decay and release carbon again, but if that happens the environment won’t be worse off than if we hadn’t captured the carbon in the first place, and at least it puts the problem off for a long time, hopefully until the approach of the next ice age.
Had a rare evening with Ian tonight. He took me out (of the house) to a restaurant for my birthday, which was only three months ago. Anyway, we were sitting at a table, playing footsies, having a lovely time when, all of a sudden, he pushed me under the table. He’d spotted someone he knew. It was really uncomfortable, not to mention inelegant and embarrassing. Also, I hit my head. I think I’m getting too old for this rubbish. I wonder what Susan is like with personal problems.
At least it took my mind off Agnes for a while. I wonder if she’s still at my place.