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Morning.
Sunday.
Dry.
Grey.
Sunless.
Chilly in here at 11.9 deg, 10 deg in the kitchen, 8 deg in the leanto.
1016 mBar, 30 in Hg, 762 Torr, 14.736 psi, (down from 1020 last night), 60% RH (Lidl electric).
Feck me it got there at last.
Meanwhile on the 21st of December 2019 there was discussion of Ikea allen keys, Bristol Spline and Torx, whereas LM noticed the KFC was to be open on Xmas Day according to a big sign, while BR14 still had the vac in bits & I'd found a piece that had fallen out of mine & I never did find out whence it came, and NF observed there was to be rugby football played that afternoon at the place that inconveniently interrupts his direct route to the railway station.
Walk (unabbreviated) walked in the grey gloom and chilly wind.
Lunch: brunch.
Entertainment: nothing since Having a Clue is still on. Ho hum.
Book. Other book. Finished other other book.
Tea: beans on toast with added boiled eggs. Nice enough.
Mysteries of Stonehenge on 4: including the Battle of the Beanfield: that triumph of Tory bastard* policing**.
*Or more likely Bitch policy of The Great She Elephant.
**Well they'd got they're truncheons in beating the tulip out of the miners the previous year: pity to let that experience go to waste, like.

Mediaeval Dead: Carl Wark in the peak district: no one knows what it is or when it was, though the army shot chunks out of it during WWII just to make sure, like. Other than that: no dead, mediaeval or otherwise, the soil conditions being such that nothing lasts very long.
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