Morning.
Damp.
Hints of drizzle.
Cold at 16.5 deg in here.
Sunless.
Grey.
1019 mBar, 30.09 in Hg, 764.3 Torr, 73% RH.
Friday.
Smalls in the WM.
Smalls out of the WM and into the TD.
Shirts in the WM.
Bit of a change in the weather since yesterday.
The weather prognosticator has let me down.
Walk walked (abbreviated), mostly drizzle free with hints of sun.
Smalls out of the TD.
Shirts out of the WM & into the TD.
Cottons in the WM.
'Tis all go this morning, probably due to the plums & custard last evening (part of The Cunning Plan to use up more of the milk).
Once lunch and the NZ border patrol are out of the way, then it's the last day (fingers & toes crossed) of the tanking of the garage.
Or at least it is until I find Yet Another Pool of Water in there tomorrow.
Irritatingly enough, whilst cleaning the cooker alcove the other day, I ripped my favourite cords on the corner of a toolbox.
Fi Fi, I declaimed, or words to that effect. I think I've just thought of a way of fixing them, if I can find the stuff*.
*Not likely but you never know.
Lunch: poached tomato and scrambled egg on Morrisons wholemeal sunflower and spelt toast, bramble jelly sandwich on same, red corner yog, 0.91 pints of good Glengettie tea.
Entertainment: NZ Border Patrol: the usual Chinese "Food" smugglers, one with 1000 ciggies which cost him $1100 altogether, an unfortunate chap who'd been arrested at the age of 17 for doing naughty things with a13 year old, refused entry (as it were), the bust for drug supply didn't help either.
Korean "fabric cleaner" lady who was actually a masseuse/hooker: refused entry.
Californian medicinal ganga grower: didn't know when to STFU: refused entry.
The Polo turning right into the Mail inspection place didn't quite make the turn today.
Shirts out of the TD & roughly iRoned.
Cottons out of the WM & into the TD.
More potching in and out of the garage, hopefully the end of it, though I suspect The Return of The Puddle will scupper that when the monsoon returns.
Cottons out of the TD & airing over the banisters.
Entertainment: Feedback on R4: only listening to this for the STFU moment for Bozo Bunter the fat owl of the Remove on "Today" the other week.
Tea: Tesco breaded haddock, the last of the pear halves, a yog, 0.91 pints of good Glengettie tea.
now, if only Joy of Painting was on this evening.
Entertainment: Discovering David "Niv" Niven.
Thing about the Clyde River.
Susan Calman hurtling around north Wales.
Portmeirion, plus Rover. And a bunch of Prisoner nutjobs.
Walking Cornwall's lost railways.
Damp.
Hints of drizzle.
Cold at 16.5 deg in here.
Sunless.
Grey.
1019 mBar, 30.09 in Hg, 764.3 Torr, 73% RH.
Friday.
Smalls in the WM.
Smalls out of the WM and into the TD.
Shirts in the WM.
Bit of a change in the weather since yesterday.
The weather prognosticator has let me down.
Walk walked (abbreviated), mostly drizzle free with hints of sun.
Smalls out of the TD.
Shirts out of the WM & into the TD.
Cottons in the WM.
'Tis all go this morning, probably due to the plums & custard last evening (part of The Cunning Plan to use up more of the milk).
Once lunch and the NZ border patrol are out of the way, then it's the last day (fingers & toes crossed) of the tanking of the garage.
Or at least it is until I find Yet Another Pool of Water in there tomorrow.
Irritatingly enough, whilst cleaning the cooker alcove the other day, I ripped my favourite cords on the corner of a toolbox.
Fi Fi, I declaimed, or words to that effect. I think I've just thought of a way of fixing them, if I can find the stuff*.
*Not likely but you never know.
Lunch: poached tomato and scrambled egg on Morrisons wholemeal sunflower and spelt toast, bramble jelly sandwich on same, red corner yog, 0.91 pints of good Glengettie tea.
Entertainment: NZ Border Patrol: the usual Chinese "Food" smugglers, one with 1000 ciggies which cost him $1100 altogether, an unfortunate chap who'd been arrested at the age of 17 for doing naughty things with a13 year old, refused entry (as it were), the bust for drug supply didn't help either.
Korean "fabric cleaner" lady who was actually a masseuse/hooker: refused entry.
Californian medicinal ganga grower: didn't know when to STFU: refused entry.
The Polo turning right into the Mail inspection place didn't quite make the turn today.
Shirts out of the TD & roughly iRoned.
Cottons out of the WM & into the TD.
More potching in and out of the garage, hopefully the end of it, though I suspect The Return of The Puddle will scupper that when the monsoon returns.
Cottons out of the TD & airing over the banisters.
Entertainment: Feedback on R4: only listening to this for the STFU moment for Bozo Bunter the fat owl of the Remove on "Today" the other week.
Tea: Tesco breaded haddock, the last of the pear halves, a yog, 0.91 pints of good Glengettie tea.
now, if only Joy of Painting was on this evening. Entertainment: Discovering David "Niv" Niven.
Thing about the Clyde River.
Susan Calman hurtling around north Wales.
Portmeirion, plus Rover.
And a bunch of Prisoner nutjobs.Walking Cornwall's lost railways.
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