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I finished reading Suspicion tonight; good little thriller :)

Goodnight all :wave: :tired
 
Morning denizens :wave:

It’s grey and damp and drizzly out. Otherwise much the same, apart from the dampness: it’s 7°C with an expected high of 9°, and the barometers are down a bit more at 994/1002mB. The rain should finish in an hour or two, but it’s expected to remain cloudy all day, though the skies are set to clear overnight so it’ll be a colder start tomorrow, and even frosty towards the weekend :grey
 
Morning all :wave:
Slept in to 06:00 today, so haven't managed my 10,000 steps yet.
Overcast and damp out.
 
Morning.

Wednesday.

Damply dry.

Grey.

Sunless.

14.4 deg in here, 12.1 in the kitchen, 11 in the leanto, 9 out the back.

1000 mBar, 29.53 in Hg, 750 Torr, 14.5 psi, (unchanged), 67% RH (Lidl electric).

This morning's dream before waking seemed to involve next door's front room as it was in the days before we sold the house, when it was clean & tidy & comfortable. Ho hum. Dunno where that came from. It was combined with some crazy setup of CCTV monitoring down on the back lane, with ropes & stuff. Very odd.

Entertainment: Jack Hargreaves Old Country: traction engines ploughing a field, the coming of tractors during WWII, the demise of the two 5 year old heavy horses who'd won a ploughing competition in 1946, heaving 2.25 cwt bags onto the back of a cart. Terriers.

Stone me, those 2.25 cwt (114kg) sacks weren't outlawed until 1956.

One or two men would be looking after the bagging of the corn depending on how far away the granary was from the machine; sometimes the corn would be put into West of England Sacks which held four bushels, which was a measure of volume, and a bushel of wheat was 63 lbs and barley was 56lbs, with oats at 42lbs, so a sack of wheat was 2.25 cwt, so a struggle up the granary steps.


Stone me, no wonder they had bad backs.

In other news, it looks very much as if the quality of Glengettie tea has fallen so far that I won't be buying any more once stocks have exhausted. How are the mighty fallen with the asset stripping scum of Private Equity acquiring Typhoo.

Walk (unabbreviated, towpath) walked: alternate extra layer employed. Two conversations, one with 3 LLs, the other with an ex Marine.

Lunch: brunch. Entertainment: Bab5 "In the beginning" last 20 minutes. Well it was on & I like it, plus Kilvey FM R4 transmitter in down again: it's on & off more often than the proverbial whore's drawers. FFS. Previously I'd have switched to LW but of course They switched that off.

Since the wireless is currently off I listened to the 13:45 1956: Suez, the end of delusion on the interweb instead and finished the series.

Dashcam bollox S3 E1. <click> Word perfect on this one.

Alaska homestead bollox: the fortress to keep the bears out. <click>. Watched before too recently. Not particularly inneresting. Tis odd how some things (e.g. Jack Hargreaves) can be watched again & again & retain innerest, whereas this septic crap loses any innerest whatsoever after one viewing. Then again I suppose it's a matter of a couple of weeks since this ep was on before.

Downstairs roughly vacced, once I'm outside the cup of mediocre yet consistent coffee it'll be time for upstairs.

In other other news, I think the dehumidifier just packed up. :ohwell there you go & there it went. There's another couple down in the garage: I assume that one the spiders & other detritus are removed one of those might work.

Upstairs even more roughly vacced: then it was discovered that the curly pipe thing that does the vaccing was in fact fecked, so some duct tape soon took care of that, restoring the ability to stick said vac to the ceiling. I'd thought it seemed a bit easy to push considering I'd beaten the filter on the garden wall last week.

Tea: beans on toast coz I couldn't be arsed with fish. Entertainment: PM because Kilvey was working again.

Bab5 "Thirdspace": another film. Can't remember much of this one but it's not as good as "In the Beginning".

Jack Hargreaves Out of Town (1986): fishing with a trammel net: this being a net in three parts, two with big holes either side of a very fine net, with floats on the top of the net, weights on the bottom, 50 yards long with buoys to indicate the start & finish. Seemed to work. Wooden wheel manufacturing factory. Lots of machinery that made the hubs, spokes, the rim pieces. Oddest thing was the fitting of the steel tyre: some weird air pressure thingie: no heating of tyre to shrink fit it. In Kent apparently. Croford Coachbuilders apparently if the google ai bollox is to be believed, though it did get the episode title correct.

Repair shop. The usual detritus. Mildly amused by the animatronic clock repairer's window feature, then discovered I'd watched it before.

Alaska Homestead Rescue: revisit to the Welchels as their slave had come to her senses & fecked off. Well that was tedious: comprised mainly of "what we did the first time for this pair of losers". Why anyone with disabilities would live in Montana with 10 feet of snow in the winter beggars belief. Never mind they had their water fixed, a new hot water system, another more conveniently located barn to store hay, "breezeways" connecting said barn to house & goat shed, lots of trees felled for firewood. All good clean fun. It spent most of the time muted. These revisits are remarkably irritating.
 
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Morning all

Cloudy and wetly damp. Currently 8 degrees ('feels like' 6) with a high of 9 expected. Barometer down to 1005 mBar.

Sunrise 07:12; Sunset 16:18 GMT

Laundry in the WM.

Off to stay with Mum tomorrow until Monday while my brother swans around Czech. Contemplating whether to change the bed linen today or just strip the bed tomorrow before I go, thus forcing me to do it when I get back.
 
Lunch: Heinz oxtail soup with white toast :tongue

It’s sprint end/start so meetings took up much of the morning. And there’s another one due shortly :ohwell

Thinking ahead, I find that it’s Viz week; last one of the year, so it’ll be the Christmas issue. This means no nipping out to do the shopping tomorrow lunchtime as I need to go to Big Sainsbury’s. I’ll probably leave it till Friday morning :)
 
Morning spent with old ladies again. Has me Viz delivered yesterday, ain't finished it yet. 2 pages of Drunken Bakers. Boring.
 
Tea has been spag bol :tongue

To go with it, another serial killer, this time the Zodiac: not the famous Californian one, but a NY copycat in the early 1990s :bluelight

This afternoon, I found time to get the mundane laundry done. So that’s out of the way :tumble:
 
I thought last night that it might be time for a change from Seichō Matsumoto, but tonight I couldn’t be bothered to think of something else to read, so I started on Point Zero (Japanese title: ゼロの焦点, Zero no Shōten which means Zero Focus) in which a woman marries a bloke, only for him to mysteriously disappear when returning from a business trip a month later :smokin

Thursday tomorrow! :banana:

Goodnight all :wave: :tired
 

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