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Rasputin continues to scandalise polite society, though he isn’t much better when he’s away from them: while travelling to his family home in Siberia, he got so drunk on a river ferry that the secret police who were there to surreptitiously observe his movements had to carry him to his cabin, where he fell asleep on the table
I’m quite knackered after today’s adventures! Takes it out of you, standing around on Sheffield railway station
The journey up was mostly uneventful, except that the train from Sheffield to Stockport ended up missing my connection by one minute. This was only to Levenshulme though, two stops up the line, and the next train was in twenty minutes. So the only adverse effect was me and my sister (who was coming via a different route but also connecting there, and whose train was also a few minutes late) got to the place about five minutes late, though they’d been able to get started as our brother was there on time
Anyway, once we were there, all the paperwork was got through very efficiently, so it’s all stamped and witnessed and so on. Nothing further will happen for about eleven months unless there’s a problem with one of the documents, in which case we’ll hear from the relevant department of the Irish government in about nine months
My sister had to leave while some loose ends were still being sorted out as she’d booked specific trains, whereas I’d got an open return so I stayed on with my brother. Then I noticed she’d left one of her bags down the side of the desk! She walks fast, like me, and by the time I’d got my head out of the door and shouted after her, she was too far away to hear. So I had to go running after her, finally catching her up a couple of hundred yards up the road. Running being something I very seldom do, I was absolutely knackered by the time I’d walked back to the place
Coming back, things went smoothly until Sheffield, where the incoming train was delayed by twenty minutes - nearer twenty-five in the end, as they had to switch it to a lesser-used platform and send it past the station to reverse back in. The platform was very full by the time it arrived and I was thinking it would be a struggle to find a seat. But these turned out to be people who couldn’t or didn’t read the overhead display saying “1st Class at the rear” and as they all shambled off up the platform to the cattle trucks, I was able to get a double table seat in First. I would have had it to myself, except a bloke turned up just before we left who’d been intending to get the next train. But he was harmless enough
Then they decided to put the people going to the three stops between Derby and here off at Derby, as the next train was just behind so they’d only be delayed a bit longer, so we managed to make up over ten minutes on that leg and arrived only ten minutes or so late
It was still very warm for the walk home though, being uphill most of the way
Right! Time to sort out my tea. I didn’t get around to having any lunch, so I’m ready for it
Been fixing loose panes on me wooden greenhouse. Took over an hour to do two because distorted wood meant the slots were out of line, had to align them with clamps and bungee cords. Off to wander with loony lady 1 soon.
PS Got me Viz. Not as good as used to be, Drunken Bakers and that Foody summit or other scarcely worth reading.
The last time I went to Manchester was for a CUK Christmas do!
Afternoon all
Sunny with occasional wisps. Currently 21 degrees ('feels like' 24) with a high of 24 expected. Barometer still at 1023 mBar.
Sunrise 06:21; Sunset 19:46 BST
Meetings this morning then I pottered about in the back garden planting out plant plugs that should have been planted out weeks ago. I think some / many will not survive but I have a good feeling about the survival of the Aji Mango and Padron Pepper plants.
Gosh. It's 29 30 years since I last visited Manchester. EMI testing of data terminals. It was ever so much fun. Not.
Morning.
Wednesday.
Dry.
Sunny.
Blue sky.
NotChilly in here at 15.4 deg, 15 in the kitchen, 14 in the leanto.
1017.5 mBar, 30.05 in Hg, 763.2 Torr, 14.7575 psi, (up from 1015 last night), 68% RH (Lidl electric).
Meanwhile on the 24th of March 2020 Brillo popped in a lot, along with AndyGarbs, and NF.
Shopping trip to Aldi & Tesco in the morning's unbearable heat: had to strip down when I returned home & have a quick wash. Phew wot a scorcher.
Lunch: brunch. Entertainment: Y&Y waffling on about Aldi, Lidl, Farm Foods, B&M, & Waitrose.
And, as I remarked, when was the last time you bought an arc welder & welding rods from Tesco or Waitrose? Just askin' for a friend. .
Book. Other book.
Some minor gardening. Goddamn brambles are sprouting already. Turn my back for 6 weeks & they'll be 15 feet long.
Tea: Tesco "white fish". Thankfully the last of that, and exercise that won't be repeated any time soon.
Entertainment: PM. More dire news of those lovely Israeli chaps bombing the crap out of Lebanon.
Seems to me that "Never Again" only applies if they aren't the ones doing it to others.
The term "Zion**i" seems ever more appropriate. Who'd have thunk?
Those British Faces: Stanley Holloway. I hadn't realised that Melvyn Hayes had started acting in the early 1950s and had appeared with Stanley in a film in 1959. It wasn't half hot mum. Herbert Lom was in it as a naughty man too, with Sylvia Sims as the love innerest.
Out of Town: Jack Hargreaves waffling on about some lunes casting fishing line on a playing field. I've actually seen someone doing this and was wondering quietly to myself whether or not he was a dangerous lunatic of some sort. Also beagles. Stone me it looks grey & grim that day.
Scotland Yard: "Crime of Honour (1958)".
Blaze: the unbelievable with Dan Aykroyd. More bollox. But at least it was amusing bollox. Nothing quite like the chap who jumped out of a plane but forgot to put his chute on before he did it, or the poodle that fell from the 13th floor of a block of flats* & killed a woman walking by on the street, then another woman was offed by a bus as she tried to cross the street to help, and a chap who witnessed it all died of a heart attack.
*Remember that quick sharp Harp advert back in the day?
It’s a sunny start again, with just a few wisps and strands of high, thin cloud here and there. It’s 8°C but expected to soar to a summery 22°, with the barometers steady at 1011/1019mB
Not that it’ll last - the rest of the week will be cloudier and cooler, with a chance of some rain at the weekend
CBS, etc and no breeze, so a very pleasant walk was had with the sun rising at around 6:35. Have 2 hedgehogs out at the same time last night, which is good news. I've been told that the 20 ewes + all the lambs are being moved out of the paddock today, so I might move LambCam to monitor some of the other activities. The nest box with a camera in it currently (as of 2 minutes ago) has a tit in it, and I suspect she is laying an egg.
In the Rasputin book, Russia is now embroiled in the Great War, which he opposed. But as everybody else was going along with it, he joined in, writing to the Commander in Chief to say he wanted to review the troops. The Commander in Chief wrote back encouraging him to come, adding “and I shall hang you on your arrival.”
Chicken casserole for tea then, with some of the surplus mini roast potatoes from the other week out of the freezer, reheated and crisped up in the air fryer. The casserole turned out very nicely
This was accompanied by S1E5 of The Truth About My Murder, concerning a bloke from North Wales who was stabbed and bludgeoned to death by his neighbour
I had some chicken legs that needed to be used by tomorrow, and of course I’m off to Manchester then. I’ll probably be home by teatime, but to save having to faff around with them then, I chucked them in the slow cooker with some veg and seasoning this afternoon. So a delicious aroma is now spreading through the flat
Old arty farty thing this morning. Was hoping to finish sealing cracks in garden path but run out of mortar, so off to (almost) finish my toothpaste inspection.
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