Morning.
Friday.
Hope the fig tree is potted.
.
Damp verging on drizzly.
Grey.
Wanly sunny.
Cool in here at 21.8 deg, 22.5 in the kitchen, 21 in the leanto.
1007.5 mBar, 29.75 in Hg, 755.7 Torr, 14.6 psi, (down from 1008 last night), 69% RH (Lidl electric).
Meanwhile on the 2nd of February 2020 Scruff, BR14, and Brillo popped in, NF popped into the Chinese, LM was watching "Dracula" E1, and I was watching "Entrapment" on a newly acquired dvd despite apparently having watched quite recently.
Shopping trip to Morrisons done dusted washed dried sanitised & put away.
Lunch: brunch.
Entertainment: The Food Programme: just covered the End of Days/End of Civilisation shotgun approach to things.
.
Rebecca Stott thing at 11:45.
No doubt there's some tedious AntiSocial thing on after the noon o'clock news.
More minor potching in the garage followed by minor "gardening": i.e. cutting the fecking brambles back again, it being at least a week since the last time I did so.
Hannah Fry waffling on about some chap who figured out how to use bots to game some dating site or other in SepticLand.
Thing about peace. As if. Open the pod bay doors, HAL. Not nearly as good as the Anthony Smith's Sideways Look At series of yore.
Tea: chicken in white sauce etc. Easier to get down one's neck made this way. Which is good.
Entertainment: PM. Seldom Glummer came on: <click>
Different UFO bollox: <click>
Neil Oliver waffling on about the Iron Age.
Dalgliesh S3 E3, 4. "Cover her face".
Foyle's War S2 E1. I wonder who's in this one: can it rival The 10th Doctor, Marvin the Paranoid Android, Inspector Thursday, and DCS Bright? Only time will tell. And time said no. Didn't remember this one at all. Maybe I missed it first time through. Was singing "Who do you think you're kidding Mr Hitler" at one point.
Friday.
Hope the fig tree is potted.
.Damp verging on drizzly.
Grey.
Wanly sunny.
Cool in here at 21.8 deg, 22.5 in the kitchen, 21 in the leanto.
1007.5 mBar, 29.75 in Hg, 755.7 Torr, 14.6 psi, (down from 1008 last night), 69% RH (Lidl electric).
Meanwhile on the 2nd of February 2020 Scruff, BR14, and Brillo popped in, NF popped into the Chinese, LM was watching "Dracula" E1, and I was watching "Entrapment" on a newly acquired dvd despite apparently having watched quite recently.
Shopping trip to Morrisons done dusted washed dried sanitised & put away.
Lunch: brunch.
Entertainment: The Food Programme: just covered the End of Days/End of Civilisation shotgun approach to things.
.Rebecca Stott thing at 11:45.
No doubt there's some tedious AntiSocial thing on after the noon o'clock news.
More minor potching in the garage followed by minor "gardening": i.e. cutting the fecking brambles back again, it being at least a week since the last time I did so.
Hannah Fry waffling on about some chap who figured out how to use bots to game some dating site or other in SepticLand.
Thing about peace. As if. Open the pod bay doors, HAL. Not nearly as good as the Anthony Smith's Sideways Look At series of yore.
Tea: chicken in white sauce etc. Easier to get down one's neck made this way. Which is good.
Entertainment: PM. Seldom Glummer came on: <click>
Different UFO bollox: <click>
Neil Oliver waffling on about the Iron Age.
Dalgliesh S3 E3, 4. "Cover her face".
Foyle's War S2 E1. I wonder who's in this one: can it rival The 10th Doctor, Marvin the Paranoid Android, Inspector Thursday, and DCS Bright? Only time will tell. And time said no. Didn't remember this one at all. Maybe I missed it first time through. Was singing "Who do you think you're kidding Mr Hitler" at one point.
Now I have to walk back up there today. Ah well, gets me out of the house. I might go soon actually.
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