2008 — 26 August: Tuesday
As I said to my friend Carol in a note a couple of hours ago: "The house is always even emptier-seeming after the departure of a visitor, somehow. Logically no reason, but logic can be over-rated." Tonight's picture of Christa takes me back to our first holiday in Guernsey, in 1977...
Comparing this picture (scanned from a slide) with the one here (scanned from a fading print that she's had on display for several years) shows more accurately the colour of Christa's top.
Oh well, G'night. Have a safe journey home, Bro.
Good morning, world!
Well, at least it's not raining. I've been awake for a couple of hours (it's 10:22) and am now breakfasting and vaguely thinking about a tad of food shelf restocking. I must say Bro was very easy to feed: bacon'n'eggs breakfast daily, for example. (Of course, he may have been deliberately staying within the admittedly limited culinary capability he doubtless suspects I possess.) I've picked three pears to eat with my cereal and am disappointed to see that there are only about another four on the tree. This time last year was much more productive. I rather hoped my policy of benign neglect would bear fruit, but apparently not.
BBC7 is now offering a comedy starring Bill Nighy as a Professor, "whose favourite pastime is seducing students over spaghetti vongole". It has yet to make me laugh.
Hah! Lis has just told me Bro's cooked brekkies are unique to the UK. All down to dear Mama, no doubt. Here are the two of 'em, as of last week:
Would it have killed her to crack a smile, I wonder? Oh well. Lunch has been lunched. I think I shall toddle gently over into Eastleigh for a mooch round. Who knows? I may even stumble across one of those well-fired loaves. I have just one left in the freezer.
It's 14:08 and not actually raining. Mirabile dictu my latest combined gas and electricity bill, having noted that I'm £104-21 in credit, has just decided to reduce my payments back to 50p less than the level they raised them from a mere two months ago. Keeps the bean counters busy, I suppose. "Every little helps", as dear ol' Dad used to say. (Now he would have smiled.)
Well-fired by daylight... dept.
I am now one loaf better off, along with some replacement tuna steaks and (for Christa's sake) another pack of American-style choc chip cookies. She loved these, so they are now a special treat for me.
It's 15:36 and I'm going to nip over to say "hi" to Roger and Eileen. He sounds rather weary of his continuing chest pains, which I can well understand. This growing older lark isn't really that much of a lark, is it? And, to John S, thanks for your note. I think you're right when it comes to gathering in all the witnessed signatures, but the basic Enduring Power of Attorney paperwork is indeed now in cyberspace. We'll talk and eat when you're back from Cornwall, you poor old impoverished IBM pensioner you!
In later news... dept.
Have just (20:30) caught up with last week's "Maestro", and intend to watch part 3 tonight. I also see from the cover of next week's "Radio Times" a suggestion of a new version of Pride and Prejudice for me to investigate.