this morning was going to be a great start to my day the clocks have sprung forward and I was hoping to wake at a reasonable hour (instead of five, at which I have been waking for the past four or five months or so), only the boys forgot to put the cat out last night and at a quarter to five it pissed on my duvet and the dripping onto my toes of something warm and wet that then turned cold and damp lurched me from my slumber (I was dreaming about a cycling holiday) (and very enjoyable it was too) (the dream)
so the sun hasn't risen yet but the birds are singing beautifully and altho the sky is filling with the Shepherd's Warning of a wet day ahead, right now all is not lost: it's wonderful out there
I made funny face shapes on the concrete by my feet with the shadows of the hand that was holding my fag, from my smoking step, backlit by the kitchen, I was thinking about a patient with split brain syndrome - do you think someone could play Rock Paper Scissors with themself ?
and that got me to thinking about board games Scrabble in particular, and the time Brigitte, one of my French exchange friends, was over - the Easter before her Bac - and we played bilingual Scrabble and Brigitte won by a mile and my mother then looked up all the French words Brigitte had used and was furious because she'd cheated on almost every single one of them (but not as furious as when she caught Brigitte smoking in her bedroom)
I was also thinking about an article in New Scientist a couple of weeks back, about our still basically caveman brains and how they can sometimes fill with hormones and drive us to do things which in other circumstances we otherwise wouldn't consider doing, and later we might look back and think "what got into me?" "that wasn't like me at all" "why didn't I follow my gut instinct?" (anyone who's been reading long enough knows what a gut instinct is)
the point of the article was to explain that everyone experiences multiple personality syndrome at some stage or other - it's part of the normal continuum of brain activity - which I suppose is why I was thinking about the split brain person - which isn't on the spectrum of normal by any means - playing a game on their own. . .