Morning.
Wednesday <checks clock>
Damply dry.
Grey.
Dark.
Sunless.
Cool in here at 21.2 deg, 22 in the kitchen, 20 in the leanto.
996 mBar, 29.4 in Hg, 747 Torr, 14.44 psi, (down from 1000 last night), 66% RH (Lidl electric).
Meanwhile on the 11th of February 2020 BR14 and DaveB popped in, WTFH was still in Memphis but there was no work so he was coming home on Thursday but they were still paying him for Thursday & Friday, there was discussion of socks & mismatching, whereas I found an enormous hole in one of the pair I was wearing, after changing which I was off to a mother's meeting of
s in Swansea, and NF was watching Wallender in Swedish, followed by something in Icelandic.
Raining.
Update: Raining Old Women & Sticks: rivers of water streaming down the road. Most rain I've seen for months. Now waiting for the flooding.
Freecell score in the ongoing deluge: 88%, running average: 83%.
Sun's out.
Lunch: brunch. Entertainment: my tinnitus.
Walk (towpath) walked. Got quite warm towards the end.
Minor potching with the Advance sig gen and the Farnell TM8, this last still working today which is gratifying.
Then potched about with a un-un balun on some random toroidal core. It seems a bit peculiar.
Maybe I'll do another one on a blue core instead of this maroon one & see wot the differences are.
Tea: battered cod (couldn't find the haddock on the last shop). Nice enough.
Entertainment: PM. It went <click> when the sycophants in the Trump cabinet came on. WTF do we need to listen to that crap for? We all know the score.
Maigret A shadow in the courtyard. Something to watch at last.
Realised I'd made a mistake with the un-un balun & got the phasing wrong. Probly explains why it seemed so odd.
Went down to the garage to get some string. I think something had made a little nest in the middle of the roll, so I discarded that bit.
Raining again now, though not torrential unlike this morning's deluge.
Was going to watch "Under Suspicion (1991)" with that Liam Neeson, but a noir set in 1959 Brighton should be in B&W.
Wednesday <checks clock>
Damply dry.
Grey.
Dark.
Sunless.
Cool in here at 21.2 deg, 22 in the kitchen, 20 in the leanto.
996 mBar, 29.4 in Hg, 747 Torr, 14.44 psi, (down from 1000 last night), 66% RH (Lidl electric).
Meanwhile on the 11th of February 2020 BR14 and DaveB popped in, WTFH was still in Memphis but there was no work so he was coming home on Thursday but they were still paying him for Thursday & Friday, there was discussion of socks & mismatching, whereas I found an enormous hole in one of the pair I was wearing, after changing which I was off to a mother's meeting of

Raining.
Update: Raining Old Women & Sticks: rivers of water streaming down the road. Most rain I've seen for months. Now waiting for the flooding.
Freecell score in the ongoing deluge: 88%, running average: 83%.
Sun's out.
Lunch: brunch. Entertainment: my tinnitus.
Walk (towpath) walked. Got quite warm towards the end.
Minor potching with the Advance sig gen and the Farnell TM8, this last still working today which is gratifying.
Then potched about with a un-un balun on some random toroidal core. It seems a bit peculiar.
Maybe I'll do another one on a blue core instead of this maroon one & see wot the differences are.
Tea: battered cod (couldn't find the haddock on the last shop). Nice enough.
Entertainment: PM. It went <click> when the sycophants in the Trump cabinet came on. WTF do we need to listen to that crap for? We all know the score.
Maigret A shadow in the courtyard. Something to watch at last.
Realised I'd made a mistake with the un-un balun & got the phasing wrong. Probly explains why it seemed so odd.
Went down to the garage to get some string. I think something had made a little nest in the middle of the roll, so I discarded that bit.
Raining again now, though not torrential unlike this morning's deluge.
Was going to watch "Under Suspicion (1991)" with that Liam Neeson, but a noir set in 1959 Brighton should be in B&W.
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