2011 — 5 October: Wednesday
It's a jolly good job it's nearly "pay day".1 Perhaps unwicked Uncle ERNIE will be able to shed some light2 over the temporary fiscal gloom.
Meanwhile, there's some breakfast to load and a packed lunch to prepare, all in good time for the planned rendezvous. We're off to see a giant metal horse's head in a spacious garden whose upkeep would wipe out even dear Mama's finances faster than you can say "Go for Baroque".
It's a bit rich being told to clear your credit card debts by the rich Boy Wonder. Perhaps if those "earning" more than five times the national average were to start paying tax rather than paying people to help them avoid paying tax that might help? Update: Oops!
But a squirrel has just been sniffing around the garden to assess yesterday's upheavals. I take this to be a Good Thing. Right! Nearly time I wasn't here, if I'm to be there in good time.
Home again
It's now 15:01 and the boots have a further 8 miles of sole abrasion. But it stayed dry. And was far cooler than on Sunday.
Baffled by Mr Postie
I've just discovered that an Amazon parcel with two Raymond Chandler compilations was waiting for me, but on my back step, about two metres away from my side gate (which was padlocked, as usual). How the hell did he manage that?
Between them, these contain "The Big Sleep," "Farewell, my lovely," "The Long Goodbye," "The High Window," "The Lady in the Lake," and "The Little Sister." This should be enough Philip Marlowe to keep me going for a bit. I previously had all these in one of those fat Hamlyn hardback compilations, but there was a signature missing from this which took out two consecutive chunks of two of the novels, so I junked it long ago.
Somehow, it's...
... now 00:29 and I need a resupply of that sleep stuff. G'night.