2011 — 14 March: Monday
The fact that it's now 09:28 whereas1 it wasn't even midnight suggests I badly needed the sleep. There are signs of sunshine and, indeed, signs of recovery from this tedious cold. Cuppa!
Here's my other daffodilic photo from yesterday. Not quite the same variety, but just as attractive. Click the pic for a bigger image:
And I've even thrown in an extra 50% at no extra charge.
I must be free of my virus by next weekend. It's (impossibly) Peter's 31st birthday and he and Peter's g/f intend to pop in. She, poor girl, has had flu and he's had a hectic two weeks of software drop-deadlines. I like being out of the world of work :-)
Well, this is new. My habitual food shop is offering me an invitation to buy a five year investment bond paying 4.5% cash and 2% vouchers annually. I wonder what Christa would have said.
Tell me again who...
... (besides James Surowiecki) thinks the consensus of a crowd is the best guide to what I should read? Or even read next? In this case, I'm by no means convinced that a pretty picture is worth 1,000 words. (Link.)
There are some indisputable stinkers on that list :-)
I was blissfully unaware...
... of the existence of the Migration Advisory Committee. I must say its report here (PDF file) is fascinating. They (you'll find a list of names of people on the committee within the report, but I don't wish to spoil it for you) have reviewed the country's skill shortages :-)
Only graduate level immigration will be permitted. That alone would rule me out, for starters, though there are exceptions for sports stars and the highly-paid.2 And — shades of the telephone sanitisers etc in Douglas Adams' work — no hairdressers, beauty salon managers or estate agents from next month. Good job I'm retired and already a citizen subject, heh?
It's 23:04, so I'm hoping the coffee I've just made actually is de-caff. Christa always claimed it helped her sleep...