2009 — 8 April: Wednesday

After midnight at, as it were, the oasis. Must be time for another picture of Christa...

Guernsey

I'm almost sure this was in Guernsey, which would therefore make it either August 1987 or July 1991. From the look of Peter, I'd have to opt for 1991.

G'night, at 00:16 or thereabouts.

Recession-busters?

If you believe "U.S. News & World Report":

  1. Home gardening
  2. Hollywood
  3. Harlequin "bodice ripper" novels
  4. Condoms
  5. Résumé editing

One of my favourites (chocolate) only makes an appearance at Number #7. Time (09:16) for a cuppa on this lovely sunny morning.

It's 10:24 and I've just finished breakfast, sitting in what was Christa's favourite chair (my 1971 Parker) and looking out at the garden (one of her favourite views). Listening, too, (through the wide-open patio door) to a woodpecker — does Mrs Woodpecker ever say "Not tonight, dear, I've got a splitting headache" I wonder. Regardless of the shower risk I shall pop down into town. It's too nice not to. Being mobile is a major blessing and a major component in the "Keep David sane" arsenal. Counts as "fun" too, doesn't it, Christa?

Say what?

Three calls on the Ansaphone while I was out. #1 and #3 both hung up immediately. #2 garbled something about the 23rd but, of course, the callback lost the ID. So, if it was you, and you think I got your message, please try again!

Moderately different town trip. For starters, I got diverted by a "Road closed" and ended up via Archers Road having to take the route Christa and I always used to take. Thus I found myself amidst plentiful lunchtime city centre traffic — always interesting. Then, given the sad demise of the "Fopp" chain, the more recent ditto of "Virgin", not to mention the earlier ditto of the DVD store in West Quay, the ditto of "Forbidden Planet", the ditto of "Athena", and in any case being deterred by the outrageously high prices for some DVDs in "HMV", I decided to give the DVD shelves of "Borders" a thorough scouring, and am very glad I did.

90 minutes later, I emerged with some bargains. Yet further tiny insights (of sorts) into my purchasing decisions:

Less than a fiver each, on average. Amazing. But now it's 14:59 and time to go see what Blu-rays lurk in Postie's parcel depot down the road. Sun's still shining, too.

That's three five-minute bursts of my life that aren't coming back: one while Ms Postie plays "Hunt the parcel", the second while the lights on Leigh road seem to take forever to give my lane a "go", and the third while I carry out, to the letter, but without success, the Toyota's clock adjustment instructions back on the driveway, thus ensuring I was sufficiently flustered to take two goes at getting the Yaris back into the garage. The damned clock will have to stay on GMT! Right. On with the kettle and off with the Jiffy bags (or whatever they're called these days).

I wuz robbed!

Here I am, hatches battened down against the torrential rain that's been forecast, and it's still (at 18:08) a gloriously sunny, fresh Spring day. Swizz. Oh well; it's obviously a day for a diary entry full of lists. Here are the six Blu-rays and the one further delivery:

Time to go and feed the inner man before the tricky task of deciding what to watch first. Something new? Or something already known, but not yet enjoyed in hi-def?

Not only is Buttercup 43 today, but she's in a probably completely unnecessary remake of 2003's "State of Play". <Sigh2!>