2011 — 31 March: Thursday
A damp and drizzly start1 to the last day of the first quarter. Those April showers, heh? But how's this for a trio of sunny smiles?
Christa's parents came over here for their first visit to our present house just a few months after we'd finished moving in, when the majority of the little estate here was still a gloriously messy building site.2 This was in the early Spring of 1982.
It's 08:00, which is just a bit too early for breakfast these days.
Before my yellowing...
... treasure trove of Posy Simmonds artwork3 gets too much older and yellower I think I shall set about scanning it and cleaning it up. As I've remarked before, I'd hate to have to choose between Posy and Shary Flenniken.
Of course, I've already assembled my Flenniken material — you can see a tiny sample here.
But first, I must deal with my thirst. It's thirsty work shutting down all dear Mama's direct debits, but a chap has to do what a chap has to do. Crikey, it's already 10:54. It also seems to have brightened up a tad.
An afternoon...
... cuppa and a slice of cake has just gone down very nicely over at Brambridge and we got back mere minutes ago with the drizzle more or less holding off. It's now 15:53 and I shall now do a spot more scanning.
Entertainment
As I mentioned, the first time Christa and I tried Aaron Sorkin's TV show "Studio 60" it didn't quite make the cut as — by then — we knew how ill she was and quite a lot of stuff was (as it were) thrown overboard. But I subsequently bought the DVD set, watched (and very much enjoyed) it, lent it to Junior, eventually got it back, and I've just embarked on a second viewing. If I could write like Mr Sorkin I'd probably be a much richer man than I am. I despise those who despise him.
It's 20:23 and tentative plans are now afoot for a walk on Sunday. The weather, and a variety of conflicting commitments, have somehow conspired to play havoc with our little exercise routine for the last week.