2010 — 25 April: Sunday

I was pleased when Mike sent over his latest batch of photos from our walk as1 I'd pointed out the colourful potential of this particular shot...

Coloured ivy

... and I thought it would turn out well.

There have been no further electricity supply glitches2 (which is just as well as it can be very tedious resetting a batch of different time displays, each with its own idiosyncratic user interface). And, speaking of time, it's already (somehow) managed to creep round to 01:27 and I really need some sleep ahead of a busy day. G'night.

The original idea...

... had been for Peter and Peter's g/f to show up here sometime today and for us to take in a movie and/or a meal somewhere. The best-laid plans and all that. In fact they arrived early yesterday evening, took me out for a meal down in Soton, unloaded a heap of Peter's ski stuff into his room (good job I'd nearly cleared it) and departed after Peter's g/f had browsed through and gathered up a small set of books from the "discards" pile that's currently weighing down the dining room table.3 Every little helps, as dear ol' Dad used to say.

It's 08:04, and pouring with rain out there right now. But I have plenty to do so who cares?

This delicious morsel even made the BBC Radio 3 news. Source and snippet:

The Foreign Office was last night forced to issue a public apology after an official document suggested Britain should mark the Pope's visit this year by asking him to open an abortion clinic, bless a gay marriage and launch a range of Benedict-branded condoms.

Toby Helm in The Observer


While the story would have been perfect coming direct from the "Onion" (so I checked first) it reminds me of the witch-hunt that occurred within Paramount to find a sufficiently junior victim in the art department to fire after some worthy studio executive had ordered Spock's pointy Vulcan ears to be airbrushed into "normality" on a publicity poster.

A spot of...

... supplies shopping in between the spots of rain and, before you know it, it's somewhat past optimal lunch time. 13:46 and I'm hungry (again). But I only ate yesterday...

Oops!

I don't know which is the more worrying:

  

Footnotes

1  Credit where credit is due.
2  Though the landline phone down in the kitchen is now behaving very oddly since reconnection.
3  It helps that I'm not currently hosting any dinner parties. (In fact the last time there were more than two people seated at it was on our 33rd wedding anniversary when we treated the two ambulance crew to coffee and cake after the penultimate dose of radiation treatment.)
4  Having moved hundreds of books around in the past month or so.