2009 — 6 February: Friday
You possibly remember a picture I published of Christa getting ready to paint the upstairs windows at the front of our Old Windsor house? (Here. On the same day I did that imitation of a tea-pot!) Well, here's the view from inside on that same hot day:
Christa working on the Old Windsor windowframes, 1976
Meanwhile, it seems much of the UK is in for yet more foul winter weather. It's probably not going to do the daffodils much good. G'night, at about 00:23 or so. Make that 01:50.
Hello, pension!
The high spot of my financial month! I thought it was merely moist out there this morning, but I've just spotted a minor snow flurry. Grey clouds everywhere; yuk! Still, I have a lunch date with Len. Better get some breakfast in, it's already 09:45... An hour on, those flurries are still with us, and the outside temperature is bang on freezing. Brrr.
I think bears have a much more sensible approach to winter. Maybe I'll try that.
Digestion...
... is now occurring after a very pleasant meal in the same "Hut" as last month — we're creatures of habit, it seems. The snow flurries have stopped, but it remains basically freezing, so I'm not over-keen on heading down to the metrollops for my usual Friday jaunt. Besides, Mr Postie dropped off another two Elbow CDs, bringing the present tally to three:
I also (can you believe it?) need to do some tidying up as I had to shift a rickety pile of books to be able to reach one of Len's CDs that had fallen behind them. I correctly deduced that was where I'd find it as I'd already upheaved quite a lot of other stuff. Ironically, it was the BBC's audio dramatisation of Arthur C Clarke's superb "A fall of moondust", which is about the only kind of dust not in evidence up here in Technology Towers.
They treat this as news... dept.
There's so much BBC dust from recent remarks about golliwogs and one-eyed Scottish idiots, (made by two people who both ought to have known better) not to mention the use of the "F" word1 35 times in just over 4 minutes — at least one example of which turned up in an unedited clip on a breakfast TV show this morning — that I can only assume the silly season has started earlier than ever before.
Mind you, sh1t happens...
My ex-(ICL)-colleague Bob Carlsen told me many years ago that credit cards, conjuring (as they do) money out of thin air, were clearly the invention of the devil...
