The Humdrum

I can honestly say that nothing earth-shatteringly extraordinary has happened this week.  Nothing to write about anyway.  It was a lovely, normal week.

Whenever I read historical fiction I am always curious about some of the everyday things that are left out of the text.  I flick through the BBC History magazine and am confused (actually that state is not restricted to perusing BBC History) about the purpose of some of the objects they have managed to unearth.  There was that long metal baster type thing – seriously interesting and you would not believe how ingenious an item it turned out to be (that’s for another day).  Then it occurs to me that my everyday mundane objects and situations will, in all probability, be an item of curiosity in a hundred years time.

Even now, when we pull out an LP at school and ask the children what it is only about 20% can answer and that’s because their parents or grandparents still use theirs.  For the rest of us, me included, we’re used to the digital format whether it be a cd or mp3 player.  The latest generation aren’t used to cds either.  Everything is either downloaded straight from the web or popped onto a memory stick or SD card.  Something to note – radio is still alive and kicking!

So, while nothing of great import has happened this week, it might be worth remembering that in a hundred years time someone may be grateful for the minutiae of my daily life, if only so they can work out what the hell that metal thing with the bristles is (btw it is my boot scrubber!), and I’m not delving into the contents of my bedside drawer…

If I were able to pick out anything of real excitement (exciting to you that is) then it has to be the birth of my cousin’s baby boy.  After a day of painful labour they finally took her away and gave her a c-section.  How barbaric will that seem in a hundred years time? And which bit – the cutting open or making her endure the painful contractions of labour? 

I have to admit a certain morbid curiosity whenever I find myself in the ‘History of Medicine’ section either at the British Museum or the Science Museum.  I’m sure it says much more about me than the curator.


About Bea Turvey apprentice author and witch

I am a wild-haired author who cannot stop writing. The writing process is not a task for me. It is an extension of myself. When I write, I lose myself as easily as if I slipped into the story for a swim. Writing became a serious part of my life in Decmber of 2009. Unless you're reading this in 2017 it wasn't that long ago, and the bug hit me hard and fast. My first novel, Banished, was published in March 2010 and is available at If you read it, or anything else I've written, I hope you'll post a review and let me know why you liked it - or even why not!
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2 Responses to The Humdrum

  1. melaxinyi says:

    hello. bohahism from twitter here. just got your reply to my tweet from yonkies ago.. sorry.. you probly wouldn’t have been able to see it cos I protect my tweets (except for fridayreads and spbkchat haha). The book I was talking about was #fridayreads Flip by Martyn Bedford 🙂

    I was wondering what that was about, as it sounded quite interesting

    Yay for random historical objects, it is cool to think that your boot scrubber (For example) could be something of intrigue in 100 years 🙂

    • Hi Bo – May I call you Bo?
      Flip was a super read. A boy (alex) wakes up and finds himself in another’s boy’s body (Phil aka flip) and, therefore, his life.
      It’s very interesting and Martyn’s writing style is captivating. This is his first teen novel and it’s prompted me to go looking for his adult ones.
      Reminded me of James Herbert’s Fluke where a man wakes up to find he is… a dog!
      Love books that make you think – I ended up researching a little on Psychic Evacuation (the official term for reincarnation) and it’s very interesting.

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