2012 — 11 January: Wednesday

I can tell I must have been very tired last night, because I turned down a slightly tongue-in-cheek invitation at around midnight to nip out and pick up the next episode of a certain TV show that shall be nameless, but which has somehow ended up on a chum's capacious hard drive all the way from Americaland. In strict accordance, I'm sure, with the tenets of the Church of Kopimism.

No matter. Since the weather looks to be at its best on this day1 this week, a trio of us will be blowing away the cobwebs shortly in and around Hinton Ampner or some such road-based equivalent.

Breakfast (and another cuppa) is therefore now high on the agenda.

Peas in a Pod?

Yes, the sun did shine (occasionally).

Peas in a Pod

Safely back...

... to news of:

I can't help recalling that, on an ICL management training course (many many years ago!), I got chatting to a nice young lady from the DVLA who assured me that the 'real' cause of the problems they had famously had when they first started up were nothing to do with their ICL computer systems, and everything to do with the physical handling of the twenty lorry-loads of mail they received each and every day. This was quite some time before email, of course.

So it looks very much as if I shall be waiting in tomorrow morning for a Mr Yodel and his Home Delivery network to have another go.

  

Footnotes

1  Precisely 50 months since Christa left us. The Khatchaturian violin Nocturne currently on BBC Radio 3 is perfect.
2  There is a mis-match between these two items regarding the '01' restriction (who knew?) that identifies my need to wear glasses to drive. I don't mind, but I acidly note that I'm still waiting for the refund the same outfit in Wales promised to send me (in July 2008) "as quickly as possible" when I was illegally over-charged for my driving test back in December 2007. At least they've supplied a pre-paid envelope addressed (if you please) for the attention of the "Data Quality Team".