Morning.
Sunday.
I am now well into Second Sleep territory: awoke unbidden at05:55 05:05, read more of the book & eventually returned to slumber. Thankfully there was no forbidden cabinet with a 700 year old iPhone in the bedroom.
Grey.
Darkish.
Not drizzly which is a plus.
Sunless.
Cold in here at 11.7 deg, 11.5 deg in the kitchen, 10.5 deg in the leanto.
1033.5 mBar, 30.519 in Hg, 775.188 Torr, 14.989 psi, (down from 1034 last night), 68% RH (GDR hair), 64% (Lidl electric).
Meanwhile on the 25th of April 2019 NF was being rained on, various bugs were located in various systems, Countdown was proceeding, and I went to Newport to buy the idle **** next door a Spear & Jackson petrol self propelled lawnmower, as always he has ideas that are never ever implemented even when the fecking thing pushes itself. It doesn't do as good a cut as my Bosch electric mower.
Walk (unabbreviated) walked with the additional diversion of rolling a shopping trolley all the way from the first pond down to M&S.
It was going so well until the fecking thing fell over & found a dog turd to roll in.
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Lunch: beans on toast, a red corner yog, bramble jelly and marmalade on slices of toast, 0.91*1.53 pints of good Glengettie tea.
Entertainment: TWTW. Mostly about Scotland it would seem and the wee Krankie.
Is this thing on?
Shopping trip to Morrisons done dusted washed dried sanitised & put away.
Lovely & Simpsonsesque out there today, particularly at noon: just the right shade of blue towards the north eastern horizon with fluffy white clouds.
Tea: sausage and bacon with carrots & onions, for some reason the (well beyond the BBE) cornflower seemed reluctant to indulge in much in the way of thickening, but it tasted ok in the end, some apricot halves, a yog, 0.91*1.51 pints of good Glengettie tea.
Entertainment: some programme about that cage fighter chap who's banged up in Romania at the moment. Sounds like a delightful chap. Followed by some thing about Steve Baker whoever he is, then POTW.
Secrets of Great British Castles: Cardiff Castle, Arundel Castle, Leeds Castle (which isn't in Leeds of course). Curiously enough, made with the assistance of the Irish Film Board (or whatever). WTF?
Vera S12 E3 "Blue".
Dispatches: Strippers, spies and Russian money. The corruption of the Tory party & their useful idiots.
The Repaire Shoppe: Cash register, doll's house. Cancelled due to lack of innerest.
.
Stone me. The equivalent rate for what I did back in the day is £55/hr*. Who'd have thunk?
*£60/hr taking into account inflation over the last year.
.
That sort of rate makes me feel almost competent (or they were desperate which is more likely).
Sunday.
I am now well into Second Sleep territory: awoke unbidden at
Grey.
Darkish.
Not drizzly which is a plus.
Sunless.
Cold in here at 11.7 deg, 11.5 deg in the kitchen, 10.5 deg in the leanto.
1033.5 mBar, 30.519 in Hg, 775.188 Torr, 14.989 psi, (down from 1034 last night), 68% RH (GDR hair), 64% (Lidl electric).
Meanwhile on the 25th of April 2019 NF was being rained on, various bugs were located in various systems, Countdown was proceeding, and I went to Newport to buy the idle **** next door a Spear & Jackson petrol self propelled lawnmower, as always he has ideas that are never ever implemented even when the fecking thing pushes itself. It doesn't do as good a cut as my Bosch electric mower.
Walk (unabbreviated) walked with the additional diversion of rolling a shopping trolley all the way from the first pond down to M&S.
It was going so well until the fecking thing fell over & found a dog turd to roll in.
.Lunch: beans on toast, a red corner yog, bramble jelly and marmalade on slices of toast, 0.91*1.53 pints of good Glengettie tea.
Entertainment: TWTW. Mostly about Scotland it would seem and the wee Krankie.
Is this thing on?
Shopping trip to Morrisons done dusted washed dried sanitised & put away.
Lovely & Simpsonsesque out there today, particularly at noon: just the right shade of blue towards the north eastern horizon with fluffy white clouds.
Tea: sausage and bacon with carrots & onions, for some reason the (well beyond the BBE) cornflower seemed reluctant to indulge in much in the way of thickening, but it tasted ok in the end, some apricot halves, a yog, 0.91*1.51 pints of good Glengettie tea.
Entertainment: some programme about that cage fighter chap who's banged up in Romania at the moment. Sounds like a delightful chap. Followed by some thing about Steve Baker whoever he is, then POTW.
Secrets of Great British Castles: Cardiff Castle, Arundel Castle, Leeds Castle (which isn't in Leeds of course). Curiously enough, made with the assistance of the Irish Film Board (or whatever). WTF?
Vera S12 E3 "Blue".
Dispatches: Strippers, spies and Russian money. The corruption of the Tory party & their useful idiots.
.Stone me. The equivalent rate for what I did back in the day is £55/hr*. Who'd have thunk?
*£60/hr taking into account inflation over the last year.
.That sort of rate makes me feel almost competent (or they were desperate which is more likely).
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