So there I was, all excited about the possibility of watching last nights meteor shower. So much so that I actually remembered to look out of my window.
Usually with this type of rare event, I head off to bed with a nagging feeling of having forgotten something, which typically remains a mystery to me until my colleagues are discussing it the next day.
But this time was different. This time I was going to join in the excited post event chatter in the morning. That was the theory anyway.
The reality was that I spent about an hour or so, repeatedly peeking through my curtains to peer up at a big expanse of nothingness. No meteors, no stars, and not even an airplane penetrated the darkness, which given I live under a flight path was a pretty momentous event itself.
I fear the only thing I achieved, aside from a sense of disappointment, was to end up looking like a nosy neighbour with my curtains twitching all night.
Usually with this type of rare event, I head off to bed with a nagging feeling of having forgotten something, which typically remains a mystery to me until my colleagues are discussing it the next day.
But this time was different. This time I was going to join in the excited post event chatter in the morning. That was the theory anyway.
The reality was that I spent about an hour or so, repeatedly peeking through my curtains to peer up at a big expanse of nothingness. No meteors, no stars, and not even an airplane penetrated the darkness, which given I live under a flight path was a pretty momentous event itself.
I fear the only thing I achieved, aside from a sense of disappointment, was to end up looking like a nosy neighbour with my curtains twitching all night.
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