Visitors can check out the Forum FAQ by clicking this link. You have to register before you can post: click the REGISTER link above to proceed. To start viewing messages, select the forum that you want to visit from the selection below. View our Forum Privacy Policy.
Want to receive the latest contracting news and advice straight to your inbox? Sign up to the ContractorUK newsletter here. Every sign up will also be entered into a draw to WIN £100 Amazon vouchers!
You are not logged in or you do not have permission to access this page. This could be due to one of several reasons:
You are not logged in. If you are already registered, fill in the form below to log in, or follow the "Sign Up" link to register a new account.
You may not have sufficient privileges to access this page. Are you trying to edit someone else's post, access administrative features or some other privileged system?
If you are trying to post, the administrator may have disabled your account, or it may be awaiting activation.
TV today has been the usual wildlife stuff in the afternoon, culminating in the orangutan school, followed by the usual run of endlessly repeated police programmes
Getting an early night now, though any benefit accruing therefrom will be eradicated by the menace of British Summer Time commencing
Conversation about an hour ago…
Me: It feels like my eyelids are on fire.
The WifeTM: That’s not possible.
Me: No really
She goes off and gets an infrared thermometer. Points it at my eyes. It comes back at 38.2oC. First thought is thermometer is reading high. She measures herself, all normal. So, it turns out my eyes and chest are 38.2, my face is 37.7.
Now, with a few things taken (I don’t ask, just take them), I’m off to bed.
Conversation about an hour ago…
Me: It feels like my eyelids are on fire.
The WifeTM: That’s not possible.
Me: No really
She goes off and gets an infrared thermometer. Points it at my eyes. It comes back at 38.2oC. First thought is thermometer is reading high. She measures herself, all normal. So, it turns out my eyes and chest are 38.2, my face is 37.7.
Now, with a few things taken (I don’t ask, just take them), I’m off to bed.
Spotted the first flat hedgehog of the year the week before last.
Wet side of Damp.
The wind seems to have dropped from the semigale level of yesterday.
White sky.
Sunless.
Grey.
Chilly in here at 12.8 deg, 13 deg in the kitchen, 12.5 deg in the leanto.
1002 mBar, 29.589 in Hg, 751.561 Torr, 14.533 psi, (up from 997 last night), 74% RH (GDR hair), 75% RH (Lidl electric).
Meanwhile on the 14th of May 2019 NF had assembled a pile of PCW mags that was 3 or 4 feet tall, whilst I'd forgotten to fill the bird feeders and WTFH had missed a shot at a rat.
Entertainment: Wheeler Dealers S12 E4 BMW 2002 tii. Again. . Ah yes, the one with the ancient guy fixing the ancient mechanical injection pump. Bought: $7750, total: $21450, sold: $35k.
Sun's out.
Walk (abbreviated) walked. Not particularly warm & it's windier than I'd thought.
Lunch: baked potato (with black bits) with cheese & baked beans, red corner yog, bramble jelly and marmalade on slices of toast, 0.91*1.55 pints of good Glengettie tea.
Entertainment: yesterday's ep of the R4 thing at 13:45 coz I was busy at the time.
Freecell score: 89%, running average 85% (85.179%).
Tea: spag with some bol spiced up with extra chilli, some mango slices, a yog, 0.91*1.51 pints of good Glengettie tea.
Entertainment: precious little.
The thing about Skunkworks is on tomorrow which explains why I couldn't find it in the EPG today.
"Fortress Britain" with that Alice Roberts: E1: Henry VIII. . This isn't cutting the mustard it must be said. Then again, very little seems to do that these days.
The first half hour of T3.
Conspiracies Decoded on Quest: Escape from Alcatraz: did they make it to the mainland?
Wharram Percy deserted village with pit of desecrated bodies: chopped up & burned.
The Lindbergh baby. Lindbergh was slightly right of Attila the Hun and good mates with a fair number of the leading lights of the National Socialist Party, being a believer in eugenics. Which might have turned out rather badly for his disabled son. Lindbergh ran the investigation into the kidnapping and patsy went to the chair.
140 Peruvian skeletons and 200 llamas (the camelids not the monks), all with their hearts removed. Chimu Empire, 500 years ago
Secrets Underground: goodbye California when The Big One hits.
Tonight's major motion picture premiere was Fall (2022) in which a couple of rock climbing gals ascend a derelict 2000ft high TV tower for YouTube views, but are unexpectedly deprived of the route of descent once at the top. It does make use of several tropes commonly found among the "lost with no way out" genre, but all in all, I thought it was pretty good
Finally, a couple more episodes of The West Wing. They're getting into the campaign now, which TBH tends to be a bit dull if you aren't American and can therefore see how ridiculous presidential campaigns are over there rather than taking it for granted as something Serious and Important
In better news, the cameras have picked up a hedgehog that has emerged from hibernation - and where it appeared in the garden implies that it was using the wine box house I built for it.
Go Hedgehog! And Go Hedgehog Wine Box House Builder!
In better news, the cameras have picked up a hedgehog that has emerged from hibernation - and where it appeared in the garden implies that it was using the wine box house I built for it.
Leave a comment: