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Tonight’s viewing was the remaining bit of an episode of Police Interceptors I started watching on, I think, Friday
Later, I finished reading A Gun for Sale. An excellent novel! I must get around to reading more of Graham Greene’s early stuff; I’ve got his Collected Short Stories, so I might make a start on that next
Chilly in here at 14.7 deg, 12 in the kitchen, 10 in the leanto.
989.5 mBar, 29.22 in Hg, 742.2 Torr, 14.351 psi, (down from 991 last night), 55% RH (Lidl electric).
Meanwhile on the 2nd of March 2020 there was more talk of watches, T2 and T5 at Heathrow, whilst NF was up a stepladder changing the bulb in the kitchen, only to find that all the available bulbs were defunct so had to cook tea by the desk lamp, on top of which there was the excitement of The Crash up the Road, BR14 was mentioned but AWOL, and the gravy I'd made was disgusting and thusly discarded.
Walk (unabbreviated, towpath) walked in the sunshine. Even had two conversations.
Lovely sunset with golden rays shining up the valley, boyo. There's tidy then.
I've realised that when the clock goes back I seem to stop doing anything much and, instead, hibernate inside. Odd innit?
Tea: Mr Brains faggots with peas & such. Nice enough.
Entertainment: PM.
The Nazi programme: The battle of Kursk.
Thing about Merthyr Tydfil: seen it before: the glories of 200 years ago <click>
The Oak Island nutjobs. The metal detecting nutjob finds lots of pottery in the swamp along with a piece of the heel (or 'eel) of a leather boot. The latest drill hole starts bringing up chunks of 17th century plastic poly something drillhole lining. Ooops. Some expert dates last week's glass beads to 1500 to 1650. And there was a George III penny.
Now the sun is up, it's quite bright with plenty of blue sky. Sadly the Lufthansa lounge's view of the airfield is obscured by the bars on the exterior of the building (some design aesthetic).
It's a grey start after what seems to have been a rainy night, and seems unlikely to get any brighter; a bit on the breezy side too. It's 4°C and aiming for 7° later, and the barometers are down yet more to 978/986mB
They think I didn’t notice that the forum was down earlier, but I saw it
Got some more work done on the new forum today, and also squeezed in a bit of work with RealityKit, learning about low level stuff where you get to stuff bytes defining the colours of pixels into blocks of memory, just like the good old days
Tonight, I read some more of A Gun for Sale, in which the plot is thickening in admirable and unexpected ways
Monday again tomorrow. Only two more working Mondays this year after that, though!
Scrambled Maps isn’t working. Looks like the API server is down
It’s recovered! I almost emailed him, but decided to leave it a while as it must be annoying enough having to fix it on a Sunday night without the likes of me pestering you
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