What a lovely spring day. It really was. Cold or not, the sunshine gave it that sort of comfortable feel. There's a peculiar smell on days like this. I'm sure it's not my socks or the lack of hot baths until my boiler gets fixed. No, instead I mean that spring freshness.

Oh no. I sound like an aerosol commercial. Can't help it. The back window was open, the sky was blue, the birds were singing, and it just felt good to be alive. When the boilerman turns up it might feel better still.

Changes On The Horizon

Over the weekend the plans for the Union Square development were laid out in the library foyer, along with a scale model of the area. This is no facelift - it's a full on 'let's throw away Swindon and start again' sort of thing.

I daresay many will be sighing in relief and muttering about how this was not before time. Thing is though you lot don't have to live here. This development, as ambitious as it is, really is changing the centre of Swindon and all the muttering I could hear from the locals swarming about the displays was a dumbfounded critique. Looks good on paper but the natives are restless.

Ring.. Ring...

Oh, hang on a moment, the phone is ringing...

Hello?... Oh yes, the boiler needs fixing... Five minutes?... Great. See you in a moment then.

The boilerman turned up, headed straight for the resolutely impotent device hanging off my kitchen wall, pressed a couple of buttons, shrugged, and left inside fifteen seconds. How did he do that? I've been without heating or hot water for two weeks and all I needed to do was reset the effin' thing?

Oh.. Hallo..

Life can get a little bizarre sometimes. No sooner had the boilerman left when I decided I still enough time to rush down to the library for my daily fix of internetting. No sooner had I closed the front door when the lady with false eyelashes I met the other day was standing outside. I nearly didn't recognise her without her artifical eyeshades.

Oh... Erm... Hi, how are you? Must dash...