Fed up now...

[Sysman]

Grey with the odd bright spot.

Coolish.

The nights are drawing in.

Clocks change on Sunday, which means the days will shortly be shorter.

Saw the constellation Orion when I arose this very morn.

I have been informed that last night the sky was "full of stars".

Damn I missed it.

[Sysman]

Grey yet again.

The good news is I've got the afternoon off.

The bad news is that I'm visiting the dentist.

Ugh.

[RSoles]

This wasn't, of course, altogether a great success.

He felt a perfect fool?
He'd come a dozen leagues or more and forgot to bring his tool?

[Sysman]

Grey.

Again.

Dry but only just. It poured during the night.

Donnerstag.

[Sysman]

Even more strangely Warm.

Having wrapped up to avoid the forecast deluge, nearly passed out due to overheating.

It was like that here yesterday. Definitely too warm for the winter jacket I had.

Back to grey today, but with bright bits so there's hope.

Friday, which means a racket from street cleaning machines in the morning.

Not a Zwicky in sight though.

Readers of a certain age might recall the Swiss Zwicky street cleaning machine which featured in a Ladybird book of cars, along with such gems as Borgward Isabella and Facel Vega. I see from those entries that the Isabella was made from 1954 to 1962, and the Facel Vega example has a date of 1961, putting a "latest" date on the book. The Zwicky is assumed to have gone the same way.

And another machine to create noise pollution, this time a portaloo emptier.

Anyone who is thinking of moving to the peace and quiet of the countryside might want to think again. The countryside can be a bloody noisy place.

And tomorrow being Saturday probably means tourists.

Bugger.

[DaveB]

Morning.

Grey.

Foggy.

Sunny.

Misty.

Dry.

Warm.

Train on time at 2 minutes late. Class 158 luxury just for a change.

Hill steep.

Psychodoggie in good voice but his/her/its timing was a bit out so lacked the usual enthusiasm.

Managed to run around the house & bark from the higher end as well though.

Monday.

Om.

Nearly Friday.

Om. Om. Om. Om.

I think this constitutes the definition of optimism.

[barrydidit]

Train on time at 1 minute late. Until the doors stuck. Then it was 5 minutes late. Class 150. Headed for the scrappy Northern Powerhouse to replace the class 142 pacers.

FTFY

[alreadypacked]

You could be in Porthcawl lighthouse in Wales OMG

[alreadypacked]

Term over, are you there all alone in your lab?

[LucidDementia]

I'm ashamed to admit I relish this thread.