2010 — 22 September: Wednesday
Sleep having fled1 there's nothing for it but to make myself a cuppa, be teased by a mere three minutes or so of the finale from the "Firebird" suite, and lurch back towards full consciousness. I now have a mere ten cartons of books still to contend with down here but have literally run out of bookshelf space. It occurs to me (not for the first time) that I need fewer books in my life. It would be nice, too, to regain the use of my dining table.2 Still, the sun shines on, it's 08:31 and looking rather autumal out there, but at least I'm nearly awake.
Today's delivery (confirmed) will help — providing the two final units are not damaged as the last two deliveries have been. And providing Mr UKMail shows up before I have to set off for the car service.
Lebensraum, indeed. People have fought wars over it; and it's almost the title of a pretty good film by Mike Figgis, too :-)
Too late!
This proposed high-speed rail link ("riverine (?) landscapes of the Rhine Palatinate") would have saved Christa a lot of driving in earlier years. And I can vouch for the quality of the landscape and the wine. (Source.)
Being long since out of the parenting and education game I read this with some dismay, but was heartened by many of the comments. Church and state (school) separation strikes me as a very good idea. (Source.) Faith-based education appals me. (Source.) I was always struck by my mother's observation, following a trip through Eire in the late 1960s, that priests everywhere looked consistently well-fed in the midst of what seemed like 1930s-style urban poverty. The good old days, heh?
Java languishing? Oh dear! How very last century. (Source.)
It's only 15:35...
Meaning?
Well, I didn't pass the MOT. Nor get a car service. I did get a nifty roll-up new keyboard, however.
Explain.
Like I said... nobody reads emails. So although my email reply accepted the appointment for today, and that was confirmed by a phone call, Mr Toyota still managed to make the
booking for tomorrow. I get a consolation prize, though. He will personally drive out here tomorrow morning, pick up my car, drive it away, test it, service it, valet it, and
bring it back. No extra charge.
No sign of my bookcases and no evidence of attempted delivery.
BBC Radio 4 is telling me slightly more than I want to know about blood transfusions and I'm trying out my new keyboard. It's different!
Catching up
Mr Postie dropped off a reminder about dear Mama's flu shot (I have literally no idea if she ever has these — I doubt it, somehow) and a DVD of one of Sunday's films for me:
