Morning.
Grey.
Dark.
Dank.
Dreary.
Drizzly verging on murrain of beasts.
Sunless.
Warm at 17 deg in here.
1000 mBar, 29.53 inHg, 54% RH.
Friday.
And it's off to Margam Orangery for the jab at 11:30.
I may be some time.
Smalls in WM1.
Bedsheets in WM2.
Smalls out of WM1 and into TD.
Shirts in WM1.
<hiatus>
Tyres checked on the car & one pumped up a bit.
Petrol purchased, the first time in quite a while.
Shirts out of WM1 and awaiting the TD.
Remaining cottons in WM1 on the shirts setting bumped to 60 deg.
<hiatus>
Ow ow ow ow ow.
Shirts out of the TD.
Cottons and sheets out of the WMs.
Cottons and sheets in the TD.
Lunch: poached egg and scrambled tomato on Morrisons sunflower pumpkin seed and spelt toast, bramble jelly on same. corner yog (unspecified), 0.91 pints of good Glengettie tea.
<hiatus>
Shirts ironed.
Cottons and sheets airing over the banisters.
Walk walked, surprisingly enough in the dry.
Lumbago really playing up now.
As in fecking agony.
Now waiting for the ibuprofen to kick in, and it's taking its sweet time.
The gel has taken a little off the edge of it.
Afternoon entertainment: Trucking Hell.
Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow.
Police Interceptors: not very inneresting apart from the chap from the dog unit who discovered what they termed "a mortar bomb" but looked like a grenade to me.
Bit of DS9 "Broken Link" wherein Odo gets solidified.
Flights from Hell: places not to fly from or to.
Mogadishu being one to avoid.
Then a bit of an old NCIS ep with Gibbs' 3 lady friends ganging up on him.
More cop stuff.
Now: a bunch of complete & utter nutjobs trreasure hunting: Treasure Quest: Snake Island.
If the Oak Island guys were on the edge of safety this lot are so far over as to be coming back: so far this ep: a chap blowing a hole using 6 sticks of dynamite and a ammonium nitrate and diesel booster, which went with an impressive bang.
Then the bucket on the "back hoe" needed welding so they got some rods & the batteries out of the back hoe, using sunglasses and some cloth as a welding shield. <- arc eye special.
They got down into a tunnel which, judging by the coughing, is full of something noxious.
It's full of battulip.
Meanwhile the other two have found an old bell.
it's so heavy they use the back hoe to pull it out of the ground.
Grey.
Dark.
Dank.
Dreary.
Drizzly verging on murrain of beasts.
Sunless.
Warm at 17 deg in here.
1000 mBar, 29.53 inHg, 54% RH.
Friday.
And it's off to Margam Orangery for the jab at 11:30.
I may be some time.
Smalls in WM1.
Bedsheets in WM2.
Smalls out of WM1 and into TD.
Shirts in WM1.
<hiatus>
Tyres checked on the car & one pumped up a bit.
Petrol purchased, the first time in quite a while.
Shirts out of WM1 and awaiting the TD.
Remaining cottons in WM1 on the shirts setting bumped to 60 deg.
<hiatus>
Ow ow ow ow ow.
Shirts out of the TD.
Cottons and sheets out of the WMs.
Cottons and sheets in the TD.
Lunch: poached egg and scrambled tomato on Morrisons sunflower pumpkin seed and spelt toast, bramble jelly on same. corner yog (unspecified), 0.91 pints of good Glengettie tea.
<hiatus>
Shirts ironed.
Cottons and sheets airing over the banisters.
Walk walked, surprisingly enough in the dry.
Lumbago really playing up now.
As in fecking agony.
Now waiting for the ibuprofen to kick in, and it's taking its sweet time.
The gel has taken a little off the edge of it.
Afternoon entertainment: Trucking Hell.
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Police Interceptors: not very inneresting apart from the chap from the dog unit who discovered what they termed "a mortar bomb" but looked like a grenade to me.
Bit of DS9 "Broken Link" wherein Odo gets solidified.
Flights from Hell: places not to fly from or to.
Mogadishu being one to avoid.
Then a bit of an old NCIS ep with Gibbs' 3 lady friends ganging up on him.
More cop stuff.
Now: a bunch of complete & utter nutjobs trreasure hunting: Treasure Quest: Snake Island.
If the Oak Island guys were on the edge of safety this lot are so far over as to be coming back: so far this ep: a chap blowing a hole using 6 sticks of dynamite and a ammonium nitrate and diesel booster, which went with an impressive bang.
Then the bucket on the "back hoe" needed welding so they got some rods & the batteries out of the back hoe, using sunglasses and some cloth as a welding shield. <- arc eye special.
They got down into a tunnel which, judging by the coughing, is full of something noxious.
It's full of battulip.
Meanwhile the other two have found an old bell.
it's so heavy they use the back hoe to pull it out of the ground.
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