Morning.
Tuesday.
Happy Birthday NF.
Dry.
Grey.
Chhilly in here at 15.5 deg, 15.5 deg in the kitchen, 13 in the leanto.
1012 mBar, 29.884343 in Hg, 759.1 Torr, 14.6778 psi, (up from 1010 last night), 61% RH (Lidl electric).
Meanwhile, after the scouse on the 10th, on the 11th of January 2020 NF was reading a Nevil Shute novel until 2 a.m., LM had returned from a nice dinner with her parents but had failed to find a residents parking space so had to leap out early to see if she could find one, and I had a preapocalypse dream inspired by whatever news I'd heard about covid the previous day.
Woke again at stupid o'clock: gave up & read more of the Thorpe book. Stone me, talk about the road to hell being paved with good intent.
.
Walk (unabbreviated) walked in the sunshine.
Lunch: brunch.
Entertainment: something waffling on about apes on R4.
The Great Spider Hunt continued today in the back bedroom.
. Much dust removed, much polish sprayed.
Entertainment during coffee (Tesco, mediocre): History's Heroes: Dudley Clarke: the chap who was arrested wearing lady's clothing in Madrid in 1941. Odd, but hey! whatever floats yer boat. Involved in lots of deception operations.
Tea: Tesco battered haddock etc. Nice enough, just a tad overcooked for some reason.
Entertainment: PM.
Read book.
"How the Nazis lost the war": being high as a kite on crystal meth, or, in the case of dear old Adolph, as high as a kite on meth, opioids, coke, all supplied by his very own "Herr Doctor Feelgood".
Lucey Worsley waffling on about the Septics myths & leg ends about 1776 Oh. Snooker overran.
Sky Arts: thing about Kipling. He made very nice cakes.
.
"HIGNIFY": the one with Victoria Coren Mitchell. Mmmmmm.
Tuesday.
Happy Birthday NF.
Dry.
Grey.
Chhilly in here at 15.5 deg, 15.5 deg in the kitchen, 13 in the leanto.
1012 mBar, 29.884343 in Hg, 759.1 Torr, 14.6778 psi, (up from 1010 last night), 61% RH (Lidl electric).
Meanwhile, after the scouse on the 10th, on the 11th of January 2020 NF was reading a Nevil Shute novel until 2 a.m., LM had returned from a nice dinner with her parents but had failed to find a residents parking space so had to leap out early to see if she could find one, and I had a preapocalypse dream inspired by whatever news I'd heard about covid the previous day.
Woke again at stupid o'clock: gave up & read more of the Thorpe book. Stone me, talk about the road to hell being paved with good intent.

Walk (unabbreviated) walked in the sunshine.
Lunch: brunch.
Entertainment: something waffling on about apes on R4.
The Great Spider Hunt continued today in the back bedroom.


Entertainment during coffee (Tesco, mediocre): History's Heroes: Dudley Clarke: the chap who was arrested wearing lady's clothing in Madrid in 1941. Odd, but hey! whatever floats yer boat. Involved in lots of deception operations.
Tea: Tesco battered haddock etc. Nice enough, just a tad overcooked for some reason.
Entertainment: PM.
Read book.
"How the Nazis lost the war": being high as a kite on crystal meth, or, in the case of dear old Adolph, as high as a kite on meth, opioids, coke, all supplied by his very own "Herr Doctor Feelgood".
Sky Arts: thing about Kipling. He made very nice cakes.

"HIGNIFY": the one with Victoria Coren Mitchell. Mmmmmm.
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