2011 — 19 February: Saturday

I'm back1 and, having dealt with the email and deleted the 92 slices of spam, I'm now lunching on the doorstep ham and marmalade sandwich I was given for the journey. That and a cuppa will do nicely.

Last night's video entertainment was the Paul Haggis film "Crash" that was sitting on the Sky HD box. An excellent choice. The animal entertainment came from Katie and Hester (both now 13 years old, which is going some for "Westies") and a temporary hamster that was driving a hollow plastic ball around for some time before I realised it wasn't a clockwork mechanism at work :-)

Dear Mama's Title Deeds are now safely in my solicitor / cousin's briefcase. (The chap buying the house wants to complete inside two weeks; I have no objection to trying.) It occurs to me that Christa and I made more than three hundred trips to see dM over the years. Since 1981, the one-way distance was 155 miles, whereas that to my cousin is 138 miles. It also takes much less time2 as I don't bother to stop for refreshments — that was part of the little "fun" we managed to extract from these visits, which were largely undertaken from a sense of duty.

I've been falling behind...

... with my relentless quest to track deliveries of entertainment:

DVDs

Some while ago...

... I mentioned (and very much enjoyed reading) the book "about" Narnia by Laura Miller. Here, she reviews a newly-translated retelling of The Lord of the Rings from the perspective of the bad guys. An idea as intriguing in its way as the attempt by Stephenie Meyer to retell the first of her "Twilight" novels from the perspective of Edward the vampire. (Annoyingly, over-heated fan reaction to a leaked draft put her off completing the work.)

My favourite Croation musicologist has died!

  

Footnotes

1  Precisely 24 hours after I set off, yesterday.
2  Even with a minor problem with the sat-nav dominatrix who had to whip me circuitously on to the A446 at one point as I wriggled in my desperation to dodge the toll bit of the M6 shortly outside Sutton Coldfield. I lack my father's "bump of direction" and have never successfully held a map in my head for more than 30 seconds or so.