Morning.
Monday.
Grey.
.
Dry.
Sunless.
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Warm in here at 24 deg, 25.5 in the kitchen, 23.5 in the leanto.
1003.5 mBar, 29.63333 in Hg, 752.69 Torr, 14.55 psi, (up from 1002 last night), 64% RH (Lidl electric), 80% RH (GDR hair).
Meanwhile on the 31st of January 2020 Brillo popped in, along with BR14, and LM, NF made a chicken madras (Patak cookin sauce), whereas I had M&S breaded haddock and watched "The 39 steps" (inferior 70s version) followed by some nonsense with Gene Hackman, Sharon Stone, and Di Caprio in a spaghetti western takeoff "The Quick & the Dead (1995)", it being the final film of Woody Strode, whereas NF watched "Contagion" and found the premise unlikely, stretching the bounds of credibility.
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Some minor potching in the garage: more 5* applied to drawers.
Strewth there's a lot obsolete car stuff in there.
Lunch: brunch.
Entertainment: Rebecca Stott relating her curious early upbringing.
Windy out there now. Gusty. Feels like there's a storm coming.
. I'm sure I spotted a lady driving a jeep with an Alsatian dog going by just now.
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Y&Y waffling on about sunbeds & suchlike.
Bathroom deep cleaned. Gosh. The changes of water necessary to remove the grime.
. Used up some of the multitude of Cif that exists in this house, some inherited, some (one) I bought myself.
Thing on the radio just now about someone drowning kittens. Lovely. Just what I needed. <click> Having memories of such things from 60 years ago.
In other other news it rained a bit ealier. Nothing much to speak of but quite pleasant.
More potching in the garage: almost finished with the 5* wood treatment.
Tea: chicken in white sauce but no rice. Much better. Have trouble getting it down my throat with the rice.
Entertainment: PM. <click>
UFO bollox on Blaze.
Neil Oliver tramping over Wales. Bloody tourists looking at our muddy footprints from 8000 years ago, and our Red Lady from 33,000 years ago.
Skinwalker Ranch: behind the gates x2. Clip show. Unless the aliens turn up of course.
. Well that was tedious: nearly fell asleep at one point.
Foyle's War S1 E1. Seems a long time ago. Er, it was: 2001. The past is another country etc.
Monday.
Grey.

Dry.
Sunless.

Warm in here at 24 deg, 25.5 in the kitchen, 23.5 in the leanto.
1003.5 mBar, 29.63333 in Hg, 752.69 Torr, 14.55 psi, (up from 1002 last night), 64% RH (Lidl electric), 80% RH (GDR hair).
Meanwhile on the 31st of January 2020 Brillo popped in, along with BR14, and LM, NF made a chicken madras (Patak cookin sauce), whereas I had M&S breaded haddock and watched "The 39 steps" (inferior 70s version) followed by some nonsense with Gene Hackman, Sharon Stone, and Di Caprio in a spaghetti western takeoff "The Quick & the Dead (1995)", it being the final film of Woody Strode, whereas NF watched "Contagion" and found the premise unlikely, stretching the bounds of credibility.

Some minor potching in the garage: more 5* applied to drawers.
Strewth there's a lot obsolete car stuff in there.
Lunch: brunch.
Entertainment: Rebecca Stott relating her curious early upbringing.
Windy out there now. Gusty. Feels like there's a storm coming.


Y&Y waffling on about sunbeds & suchlike.
Bathroom deep cleaned. Gosh. The changes of water necessary to remove the grime.

Thing on the radio just now about someone drowning kittens. Lovely. Just what I needed. <click> Having memories of such things from 60 years ago.
In other other news it rained a bit ealier. Nothing much to speak of but quite pleasant.
More potching in the garage: almost finished with the 5* wood treatment.
Tea: chicken in white sauce but no rice. Much better. Have trouble getting it down my throat with the rice.
Entertainment: PM. <click>
UFO bollox on Blaze.
Neil Oliver tramping over Wales. Bloody tourists looking at our muddy footprints from 8000 years ago, and our Red Lady from 33,000 years ago.
Skinwalker Ranch: behind the gates x2. Clip show. Unless the aliens turn up of course.

Foyle's War S1 E1. Seems a long time ago. Er, it was: 2001. The past is another country etc.
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