2011 — 30 November: Wednesday
And so what is probably my least favourite month1 is nearly over. About time too. Meanwhile, I've had another in that occasional series of email requests for random items from my audio archive. In this case, it seems, the BBC radio play in question has been classed as "lost", so how could I refuse? Though quite why the BBC wouldn't keep a copy of the joint 1980 Giles Cooper award-winning play "Martyr of the Hives" by Peter Redgrove really doesn't bear thinking about.
There's enough blue sky visible up there to give me some hope of a dry walk in a couple of hours, but certainly not before breakfast and another cuppa. My atomic clock was suggesting it was a mere 17.9C when I first inspected it, but that has now soared to 18.4C so I should stop shivering fairly soon.
[Pause]
Bah, humbug. Could've done without the rain. And there was what seemed to be a drowned baby rat on my drive when I got back. But no wolves coming down from the hills. Yet. Tea, Mrs Landingham. Quickly. I should stop shivering again fairly soon :-)
I've heard it suggested...
... that Americans don't "do" irony. I think this Amazon customer review kills that notion:
Even the latest Microsoft 'Flash' newsletter agreed on the dire nature of the current news. Though I missed the story about a dog chasing deer across Richmond Park. My goodness, it was a very long time ago that Christa and I were there. We did see some deer, though.
Small world, or what?
The chap who asked me about the radio play not only lives in Seattle, but turns out to know (and regularly sees) my comix heroine Shary Flenniken. Slightly spooky...