2009 — 2 July: Thursday
The merest (yawn!) placeholder tonight. And my picture of Christa and Peter is from way back in 1980 in Old Windsor:
Immortal is one strange movie, but faithful to Bilal's comix artwork.
G'night!
How quickly...
... a series of hot, bright, sunny days becomes tedious. Oh well, soon be time to see if Dr Fang can get my teeth into anything. I don't relish my six-monthly visits for these check-ups. And they were much more fun with Christa by my side. It's 08:24 and the sun is blazing away in a blue sky.
You have a little hole, in upper right two. I can fix it for you now if you want. Only if you do it painlessly. Don't worry, there are no nerves in it. I have plenty of others.
And out, eight minutes after going in. Right, what's next Mrs Landingham?
Mutant strawberries
"Across the way" are growing whole swathes of alpine strawberries. This one has the same diameter as a 20p coin if an equilateral curve heptagon has a diameter.1
"I've gawn orf the Telegraph", he said in (nail)-clipped tones. (Reason.)
It's still hot, and the time is 14:25. Just back from a pub lunch at Shawford followed by a little car pootle (air con, remember? And pollen filter) around Winchester, Hursley and Romsey just while Blue Belle was having a much-needed refill of her electron juice box. (I found our battery charger still in its box in the garage; a minor miracle. We'd bought it to replace the one we gave to Peter, but had never actually needed to use it.)
Open Library
At what point, exactly, do you realise that there are far far far more books around than you will ever be able to read in one pitifully brief lifetime? And when you do belatedly realise that, what do you do then? Dive into the Open Library, I guess.
"Scattered showers". "Temperatures down to 27C". Sounds brilliant. Roll on tomorrow. It's 18:00 and miserably hot at the moment. And the State Pension age should be raised to 70, heh? Well, if we get H1N1 cases doubling every week... What a happy blast of news this evening. I think I'll get back to my book.
Later
Well, it's 22:39, still rather too warm for my liking, and I've just finished Breaking Dawn by the light from our local street lamp. An excellent resolution to the saga, by the way. And a hedgehog scurried by along the concrete path, remarkably quickly. I guess he never realised I was sitting quietly there.