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Meanwhile on the 3rd of October 2019 Xogg was misled to thinking Tonna lock was in Minnesota rather than a mile or so up the valley, boyo, NF was Having More Fun With Maps, this time the Pripyat Big Wheel, all of which led inevitably to mention of working for 3M and Things You Can Buy In Walmart, including a Winchester Model 70 (but only for hunting of course rather than generalised mass murder which is difficult with a bolt action rifle), following which there was more viewing of Jeremiah (well I'd bought the R1 dvds so had to get my money's worth like), whereas NF found a gammon steak in the freezer & had that For Tea, sans the pineapple ring since it was raining.
Shopping trip to Tesco done dusted washed dried sanitised & put away, during which I met an old friend, asked how his mrs was, only to find she popped her clogs last September, a bit like finding one of my cousins had died purely by accident when googling the demise of a colleague from Siliconix.
Then met some ex neighbours in Tesco and had a conversation with a chap I talk to in Penydre on my stagger back home.
So that's 3 conversations in one day. . I can normally go weeks without that happening.
Lunch: scrambled egg etc.
Entertainment: TWATO. More or Less. The thing at 13:45.
Veronica Mars S2 E20 "Look who's stalking". The mayor's daughter thinks she's being stalked. The senior prom is cancelled and replaced by a private prom.
Tea: soup: couldn't be arsed to cook.
Entertainment: PM <click>
The Human Jungle E3. The one about the religious nutter.
BBC4 thing about the XX committee, Treasure, Tricycle, Brutus, Artist, Bronx, from 2012 with Ben Macintyre.
10 minutes with the late Bernard Hill relating the making of "Boys from the blackstuff".
There were a couple of showers this afternoon, but they'd cleared up by teatime. Then the bedding wash I'd had on finished drying shortly after six. So, as the auspices seemed good, to Big Sainsbury's I did go!
I was able to obtain the latest Viz, among other essentials
I'm having to be slightly more cautious about buying meat now though, given the much-reduced freezer space, as I don't have the option of just freezing stuff if I don't get around to cooking it
Then homewards via the VAT fraud chip shop. I was thinking of getting pie & chips, but the sight of freshly-fried golden batter seduced me as soon as I walked in and I went for fish & chips instead. They told me that they only had cod ready, which commands a premium, and I'd have to wait a few minutes for the standard haddock; but I assured them I was happy to pay the extra. So I was in and out of there faster than I ever have been, I think. And I'm glad I chose as I did, because it was really, really nice
This evening's only viewing was an old Police Interceptors
And then more of Blitzed, in which things are going badly on the Eastern Front but the Führer doesn't really care because his personal physician has turned him on to Oxycodone
Morning all
Precipitation curtailed the perambulation.
Or, to put it another way: there was blue sky and some light cloud when we left home, so I decided not to take a jacket. Half an hour later the heavens opened and it was raining stair rods - the kind of rain that gets you very wet very quickly. So we chose to come home.
Grey start with a bit of drizzle at the moment, and that's how it's going to continue, allegedly. Mild enough, starting at 11°C and aiming for 17°, while the barometers are pretty much the same at 996/1004mB
And then more of Blitzed, in which things are going badly on the Eastern Front but the Führer doesn't really care because his personal physician has turned him on to Oxycodone
Maybe things might have been different if he'd stuck to brandy and cigars as did our Esteemed Leader. . Just as well he didn't then. .
Morning.
Thursday by reports.
Wet.
Grey.
Sunless.
Cool in here at 17.3 deg, 18 deg in the kitchen, 17 deg in the leanto.
1008.5 mBar, 29.78 in Hg, 756.44 Torr, 14.627 psi, (up from 1007 last night), 78% RH (GDR hair), 74% RH (Lidl electric).
Meanwhile on the 3rd of October 2019 I'd finished reading "The Mighty Micro" and had moved on to "The Silicon Civilisation" which was largely fantasy due to the greed of the 0.1%, on the 4th WTFH was relating the pain he was in after the op and had manly hugs all round (very carefully), whereas NF was watching yet more Breaking Bad, as you do.
Cleaning the cupboards under the stairs: looks like they needed it judging by the colour of the water afterwards. Ah the smell of chlorine in the morning, it smells of victory mould and damp.
Lunch: baked spud etc.
Entertainment: Gap Finders. Sliced Bread: car tyres. TWATO. The thing about thieving from the BM at 13:45.
Shopping trip to Morrisons done dusted washed dried sanitised & put away.
Various charity shops visited in a futile search for John LeCarre epics. Bought an ancient tome on Philby instead.
Veronica Mars S2 E21 "Happy Go Lucky". The murder case finally comes to court.
Tea: sausage & mash etc. Did think to keep back a couple of sausages for a sausage butty but ate them all instead. They were Morrisons Lincolnshire of uncertain antiquity.
Entertainment: PM. Some UFO bollox about Roswell on Blaze.
The colourfully dressed train enthusiast was on whilst I did the dishes.
War Walks: Battle of the Boyne.
Timewatch on Bloody Omaha, as to why it was such a bloodbath.
Cloudy but quite bright. Dry at present but rain forecast around lunchtime and early evening. Currently 14 degrees with a high of 17 expected. Barometer steady.
There is an electrician in, to fit an isolation switch for the cooker. The landlady is also here, fussing about nonsense. I've retreated to the safety of my office rather than make small talk.
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