Morning.
Monday apparently.
Today's dream before waking involved getting a packet of frozen M&S fish to NK for some unknown reason.
Maybe Fatboy has a taste for it?
Along with adding number strings in hex for even less obvious reasons. I was glad to wake up.
Dry.
Grey.
Sunless.
Chilly in here at 16.7 deg, 16.5 deg in the kitchen, 15 deg in the leanto.
1014 mBar, 29.9434 in Hg, 760.56 Torr, 14.7 psi, (up from 1008 last night), 69% RH (Lidl electric).
Meanwhile on the 22nd of November 2019 I was watching BTVS & Angel, whereas NF was watching "The Wire" yet again & had reached The End, however on the 23rd I discovered that the jeans I was wearing on my stagger up the hill had added ventilation in the seat area and the 3 month old el not very cheapo chinese crap walking boots split, though they remained in use for some years with bread bags keeping my feet dry. The soles were as good as new when they were thrown away, despite the rest being beyond repair.
Shopping trip to Tesco done dusted washed dried sanitised & put away.
Lunch: there was.
Walk (unabbreviated) walked in the grey gloom.
4 lawns mown: didn't bother with the 5th since it doesn't really need it & I was knackered.
Tea: eggs etc.
Entertainment: PM <click> due to irritation with the presenter.
Book.
Simon Schama waffling on about Mountains. Including shots of that free climbing French woman.
Oak Island bollocks: the usual: this week we still ain't found tulip: the metal detecting moron found half a clipped coin. There's a cave 150 feet down apparently, according to sonar.
Feck me: next week: they find wood. And the metal detecting moron finds something that's Roman from 300BC. As fecking if.
Next: Planes that changed the world. SR71.
Monday apparently.
Today's dream before waking involved getting a packet of frozen M&S fish to NK for some unknown reason.
Maybe Fatboy has a taste for it?
Along with adding number strings in hex for even less obvious reasons. I was glad to wake up.
Dry.
Grey.
Sunless.
Chilly in here at 16.7 deg, 16.5 deg in the kitchen, 15 deg in the leanto.
1014 mBar, 29.9434 in Hg, 760.56 Torr, 14.7 psi, (up from 1008 last night), 69% RH (Lidl electric).
Meanwhile on the 22nd of November 2019 I was watching BTVS & Angel, whereas NF was watching "The Wire" yet again & had reached The End, however on the 23rd I discovered that the jeans I was wearing on my stagger up the hill had added ventilation in the seat area and the 3 month old el not very cheapo chinese crap walking boots split, though they remained in use for some years with bread bags keeping my feet dry. The soles were as good as new when they were thrown away, despite the rest being beyond repair.
Shopping trip to Tesco done dusted washed dried sanitised & put away.
Lunch: there was.
Walk (unabbreviated) walked in the grey gloom.
4 lawns mown: didn't bother with the 5th since it doesn't really need it & I was knackered.
Tea: eggs etc.
Entertainment: PM <click> due to irritation with the presenter.
Book.
Simon Schama waffling on about Mountains. Including shots of that free climbing French woman.
Oak Island bollocks: the usual: this week we still ain't found tulip: the metal detecting moron found half a clipped coin. There's a cave 150 feet down apparently, according to sonar.
Feck me: next week: they find wood. And the metal detecting moron finds something that's Roman from 300BC. As fecking if.
Next: Planes that changed the world. SR71.
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