2010 — 7 March: Sunday
Actually, I'd overlooked the extended edition of "QI", and I then finished off the third of the "great offices of state". I hadn't realised that the charisma-free would-be next PM was once a Treasury assistant to that charmless Lamont at the time of "Black whatever day of the week it was" when the UK was forced out of the ERM and mortgages went up to 12% and then 15% from 10% in a single day. Such wonderful Tory ineptitude... quite unmatched until the most recent meltdown, in fact. Excellent trio of programmes.
Well, I wonder what excitement the younger generation have in mind for me? Lunch somewhere, perhaps? I shall just have to wait and see. It seems to be jolly cold out there, and I've decided to call it a night.
G'night.
It's a gloriously sunny...
... morning; there's Stravinsky on the radio, a cuppa at hand, and the square root of sod-all worth pointing at by way of "newsy" amusement. I suppose I could always fire up the Dyson ahead of my visitors. Now, there's a sobering thought. At 10:27 I think I could handle some breakfast first.
The hairs on my arms are currently standing to attention. Caused by the music from Billy Wilder's "Private Life of Sherlock Holmes" that's just been chosen by Mark Gatiss on this week's "Private Passions". (A much under-rated film, by the way. And I do not begin to understand how it can possibly be 40 years old.) Come on, youngsters! I'm getting peckish.
Son of a Rubik?
Idly browsing here soon took me here.
A phone call has just (13:39) clarified the situation. Gridlock while trying to get out of London, basically. No matter — "Just arrive safely" was my advice. And now, while tidying up the last of the debris that I'd been allowing to dry out (after the recent radiator leak in Junior's room) in the dining room, I actually found the very bit of card that I'd mentioned last Sunday. Here it is, somewhat the worse for wear, yellowed with age, and just slightly larger than life-size:
Later
Well, that was fun. We toddled out to see the new Tim Burton film, "Alice in Wonderland" (alas, only in 2D) then I was treated to a meal in town before they departed a few minutes ago — it's now 20:56 — leaving behind a freshly-baked lemon sponge and taking a few of the books I was culling. It's already below freezing out there, by the way. Brrr.
Just agreed a walk tomorrow; it had better have warmed up a bit!