2009 — 7 July: Tuesday
Yet another midnight — yawn. Tonight, one of my less than fully crisp specials, taken on the concrete walkway beside the water in the Netley country park. Smiles all round, as ever. This was in March 1983, a few months before Christa's first cancer diagnosis:
I'm glad we don't ever know what's in store for us beyond what you might call the great generalities. G'night.
G'day!
A few weeks ago, I linked to an interview (by Lynn Barber) with the very beautiful Rosamund Pike. Ms Barber is back in action — this time with much more detail about the Nick Hornby film based on her memoir of her early adult "education". I have to wait until October, it seems. Time enough to make breakfast, then. There's a lovely piece ("Fratres" by Arvo Pärt) on BBC Radio 3 just ending. (Sort of like a peaceful one-note samba, but without the samba!)
The sun has started to shine. But it's deliciously cooler than of late. 10:10 — what's next, Mrs Landingham? Well, a mere seven minutes later, a heavy shower, it seems!
Nothing like a dose of bleach to fix a faintly whiffy "wheelie bin", is there? Probably didn't do much to cheer up the ants and the slug, but you can't have everything. It's 12:25 and still bright in between the showers. Quite gusty, too. Soon be time for lunch, I'm predicting.
Poor Roland!
I've just been catching up on "Doonesbury". I'd missed news man Roland Hedley's Hi-Definition début. Yet another burst of rain isn't tempting me to go out and about just yet. I shall listen, instead, to John Mayall.
Later
Sunshine and showers has, indeed, been an accurate description of the day so far. It's just gone 18:00 and the world news suggests it's another "normal" crazy day on the planet.
Unhappy IBMers
It seems many of my ex-colleagues are beginning to steam gently as the implications of the "management's" pension changes sink in. I know I would be.