2012 — 6 January: Friday
Given the time1 I think it's fair to say that the evening got away from me. Again.
But I'm making good progress on eliminating duplicate tracks from my collection of MP3s and dispersing the contents of all the compilation CDs more systematically.
Strange weather...
... isn't just the name of the sixth track on a glorious album of that title by Marianne Faithfull. It's 10:22 and the sun is blazing away in a nearly cloudless sky. I'm sure it won't last, but I'm tempted to check the feather warcast and see if I can squeeze in a brief trip down to the seaside. It was, after all, a very long-established ritual in former times.
Undramatic pause
While I drive just over 60 miles to obtain (at the half-way point) three visual clues as to my destination:
I didn't stay too long because it was quite cold, and starting to cloud over. And now the news bulletin that intruded on my enjoyment of the Kermode and Mayo film programme tells me that Bob Holness has died. Recall the anecdote here.
I seem to have decided to give the care-home a miss this week. Not that dear Mama will remember, even though it's her birthday tomorrow. Tea, Mrs Landingham?
The next question is: is Junior going to turn up tonight, or not until tomorrow? I think I should be told, but somehow I doubt if I will be.
Plans for the weekend?
When I phoned Junior he said he and Peter's g/f were aiming to come down later this evening and to stay most of the weekend. However, he sounded knackered and, when I asked, he admitted he was, and was also still rhinovirally-challenged. Plus he mentioned a tetanus jab that was having unpleasant effects. So I told him not even to think of dragging himself down here until he was back to 100%. I may have played the 'heavy' but, sometimes, it's what parents have to do, I guess.
So, let's hope I can persuade Mike to walk with me tomorrow. The forecast doesn't look too bad, though it's obviously going to feel chilly.