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Seems odd she felt dizzy when entering neighbour's garden at closest spot to the router. Wonder if my insomnia has similar causes, must make myself a tin foil hat.
Neighbour next door just came round and asked if I can turn my WiFi off when their gardener is around as it affects her. Makes her dizzy. Thought she must be a loony, but looking on Google, not so sure. Rarely use it anyway, my PC has ethernet.
Neighbour next door just came round and asked if I can turn my WiFi off when their gardener is around as it affects her. Makes her dizzy. Thought she must be a loony, but looking on Google, not so sure. Rarely use it anyway, my PC has ethernet.
Cool in here at 18.3 deg, 19 deg in the kitchen, 17 deg in the leanto, 13.6 deg in the saltinghouse.
1009 mBar, 29.796 in Hg, 756.8 Torr, 14.6343 psi, (up from 1007 last night), 69% RH (Lidl electric).
Meanwhile on the 18th of October 2019 there was much talk of Viz (whatever that is), Drunken Bakers (ditto), whilst I got wet wandering aimlessly around Neath as a coffin dodger.
Shirts in the WM.
Shirts out of the WM and pegged out on the line.
Smalls in the WM.
Smalls out of the WM and pegged out on the line.
Cottons in the WM.
Shopping trip to Morrisons done dusted washed dried sanitised & put away.
Cottons out of the WM and pegged out on the line.
Assorted other stuff that needed washing in the WM.
Assorted other stuff that needed washing out of the WM and pegged out on the line.
Shirts in off the line & roughly iRoned along with the tea towels.
Lunch: scrambled egg etc.
Entertainment during the above: The Infinite Monkey Cage: S21: Quantum stuff.
The Infinite Monkey Cage: S21: UFOs. .
The Infinite Monkey Cage: S21: Lucy Beaumont's Close Encounters. .
S22 begins during lockdown.
It's gone very dark so everything is in off the line, the cottons requiring the iRon have seen the iRon, everything else is airing upstairs.
The jeans have proved not to be dry, the waistband is still remarkably damp, but the puffer jacket seems to have dried rather more than I'd expected.
Sunny start for a change. Expected to get cloudier by lunchtime though. It's already 12°C and likely to reach 20°, while the barometers are up a bit more at 1003/1011mB
This evening's viewing was Trauma Room 1 followed by a couple of old episodes of 24 Hours in A&E. I thought there was a new one of the latter, but it turned out to be a clip show
Monday again tomorrow. At least there'll be a new Secretary of State, not that I ever get to move in such exalted circles
Tea: another microwave meal, as I got a spare the other day in case one wasn't enough, supermarkets' ideas of what "feeds n people" being notoriously unrealistic. This one was "Chinese style" chicken curry and rice. Nice enough, and a bit tastier than the one the other night, but still not as tasty as it might have been
Bah! Stupid weather forecasters! Nice local outdor music event I wanted to go to was cancelled due to storm risk. Forecast said storms and 75% risk of rain. In fact there has been no rain at all this afternoon, quite a bit of sun bits and I only heard a faint rumble of thunder when the thing would have been nearly finished anyway.
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