2011 — 17 April: Sunday
It's 09:52 and the sun is shining brightly.1
Big Bro has emailed a photo of a large, heavier-than-air vehicle that (unusually for him) is not an aircraft. Mrs Google yields little, but I suspect her name is "Diana" and she may be part (or, indeed, all) of the Glenbrook Vintage Railway network. Beyond that, I wouldn't like to venture.
I'm rather hoping he was the photographer as (otherwise in defiance of copyright) here is the shot. I've taken the dangerous liberty of cropping it and have tried to brighten up the original. There's a larger pic lurking behind the thumbnail:
It's 11:39 and the sun is still shining brightly. Junior #1 (male) has taken a carload of garden stuff to the tip. Junior #2 (female) is currently generating more of the stuff as she wields the electric lopper/saw thingy that was my retirement gift to Christa — who, indeed, was using it herself up that same tree some time2 ago.
Meanwhile, it's good to know that our so-useful nuclear deterrent is in such safe, technically-competent, hands. Source and snippet:
The Ministry of Defence has admitted that secret information about the UK's nuclear powered submarines was made available on the internet by mistake.
A technical error meant blacked-out parts of an online MoD report could be read by pasting into another document.
Details were reported to include expert opinion on how well the fleet could cope with a catastrophic accident.
The MoD said a secure version had now been published and it was working to stop such an incident happening again.
Good job no copies are ever kept in any form of cache anywhere,3 isn't it?
The yew tree...
... is very nearly non-U, and I shall have to arrange for a garden clearance chap to come and do his garden clearance thing as the debris from that and the top of the now-trimmed tree is piled quite high among the fairies at the bottom of the garden. It's 14:24 and I was getting hungry just watching them. I'd somehow forgotten the energy of youth when it gets going :-)
It's been just over a week...
... since Mike indulged me in my liking for the occasional pylon, and I've been wondering what I could do with it. Here's one version:
Some hours later...
... I've just waved them off on their way back to the wilds of Battersea having insisted on an afternoon icecream at Carlo's followed by a meal at "The Bridge". They've worked very hard and, to cap it all, I finally unearthed the power cable4 for Christa's sewing machine, too, for them to take back to their flat. It's 20:33 and has become quite cool.