2011 — 28 November: Monday
The layer of white stuff1 currently on the cars and roofs outside has answered the question I asked last night. It's now thickly clouded with some small patches of bright blue showing, so I presume it will warm up a little. The barometer is high, and I'd been vaguely contemplating a little seaside trip as it's now quite some time since my last one. I've always liked the sea.
And disliked the thought of nasty, rock-strewn, dust-filled high-altitude places with far too much weaponry rattling around in the hands of people I would, quite honestly, not really like to have as my neighbours. Call me naïve, but I thought the US and Pakistan were supposed to be, as it were, on the same side. (Link.)
Grabbing a bite...
... before heading out to the care-home, and getting tired of endless tedious radio news soundbites about the failure of the economy to grow, I can't help being reminded of that quote about "growth for growth's sake being the ideology of the cancer cell". Not that I would dream of equating our fragrant young Chancellor with a malignant tendency.
Is it just me, or is this part of the year rather flat? It's 16:13 and already getting quite dark out there. And it's been cold. At least the usual motorway madness was mildly moderated by a couple of police cars. Sadly, nothing is moderating dear Mama's usual elderly 'forgetfulness' (to use the kindest word I can think of). She is either pulling off the sort of consummate and sustained acting stunt that Paul Newman managed in "Where the money is" or is (in the words of the Disney version of Baloo the bear) "Gone man, solid gone".
And now (18:59) it's just been pouring with rain. Doesn't bode well for tomorrow. Tea, Mrs Landingham?