2009 — 27 June: Saturday
Another warm one after the rain dried up. And then a chilling evening watching two more episodes of True Blood. It's coming along very nicely, I must say. I've also stewed myself another batch of equally delicious plums, and sorted out the stuff for my next blast of crock-pottery magic. I shall start weaving my magic spell in a few hours time. It's 00:20 or so, and I think I'll get me some sleep.
But first, a drink. How about a splash of "Christa on the rocks"? Vintage 1977, from the Guernsey vineyard:
G'night.
No sun?
No matter. I've got a crockpot to stuff, and a cuppa to drink, and the usual "Sounds of the 60s" with Brian Matthew to keep me hopping. It's 08:32 already.
Underwear inspector?
All generalisations are (doubtless) wrong, but the law remains stubbornly tricky. Source and snippet:
A number of our cases on probable cause have an implicit bearing on the reliable knowledge element of reasonable suspicion, as we have attempted to flesh out the knowledge component by looking to the degree to which known facts imply prohibited conduct, the specificity of the information received, and the reliability of its source. At the end of the day, however, we have realized that these factors cannot rigidly control, and we have come back to saying that the standards are "fluid concepts that take their substantive content from the particular contexts" in which they are being assessed.
How I wish I could write so clearly. I suspect he may mean "circumstances alter cases", but I'm not a US Supreme Court Justice (which may well be a Good Thing). According to NPR, "Souter surprised Bush and other Republicans by joining the court's more liberal wing". (Source.)
Spite...
... is a nasty thing, but it seems microbes excel even human beings at it. (Source.) I think I need to boost my blood sugar! This is a bit of a walk on the weird side, too.
Right. That's it. I've had enough. I'm packing it all in, and starting a new life down in Devon. (Can't you hear those syrens calling?) I just have to get back in time to switch the crockpot off tonight, of course, but that's a minor detail! See you later.
312.5 miles later
The English Riviera, heh? Brixham, Paignton,1 and so on. Well, the sky was blue, the sea was blue, the scones were a bit leaden, but the cream of the cream tea after the desired acquisition was fine. And Mike now has his replacement camera and lens that, with luck, he won't drop. And we got to drive past Stonehenge about as close as you can get. Traffic was entirely reasonable, but the local Shell garage here refused my "Pay at Pump" second fill-up in a single day. (For my own security, of course.) We called in briefly for me to switch off the crockpot before I dropped Mike off back in Winchester. Now (20:41) I get to enjoy that and a well-overdue cuppa. I don't think we could have picked better weather for the trip, which was very much a spur-of-the-moment decision. Nice day.