Tuesday apparently.
Damp.
Puddle considerably reduced.
Grey.
Hints of sun.
Chilly in here at 14.1 deg, 12.5 in the kitchen, 11 in the leanto, 8.5 in the saltinghouse.
1005.5 mBar, 29.69 in Hg, 754.2 Torr, 14.584 psi, (up from 1000 last night), 68% RH (Lidl electric).
Meanwhile on the 6th of March 2020 NF got a ticket for the boring conference on the 20th of May
, LM tried but they'd all gone & she was going to be in Oslo that day anyway, whilst NF's car failed the MOT on a lightbulb, then passed when they put a new one in, though a rear tyre had a nail in it.Washing frenzy in progress.
Some clown sent a gigantic text message to my ancient batphone which seems to have removed its ability to receive text messages, which is rather irritating.
Walk (unabbreviated, towpath) walked in the sunshine, during which Morrison was visited: done dusted washed dried sanitised & put away.
Looks very much as if the canal overtopped the towpath in several places yesterday.
Lunch: brunch. Entertainment: Y&Y waffling on about landlords. TWATO.
Washing frenzy complete after the TD was pressed into service: everything now airing upstairs. Must remember to retire that worn out towel with one of the many left by my late mother because: a) it smells and b) it doesn't dry worth a damn any more.
Tea: soup etc. Nice enough until I discovered the added saltiness was due to a split lip.
Entertainment: PM. <click>.
Lee Van Cleefe in a 4 stars production of "Trail's End (1953)". He didn't make it to the credits.
.Time to Remember: 1911 to 1913: starts with the investiture of the Prince of Wales (well he lasted ever such a long time as King), the King Emperor's visit to India for the Delhi Durba, the young lady who threw herself under the King's horse at the Derby, and the Titanic which proved rather less than unsinkable. Narrated by Dame Edith Evans. 1959. A different age.
The Mind of Mr J. G. Reeder: "The Treasure House (1971)".





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