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).
Safely back...
... to news of:
- a failed attempt to deliver a parcel (I make no "Bones" about it — I suspect this is a boxed set of televisual entertainment), and
- an apologetic demand from the DVLA that I return both my photocard driving licence and its paper counterpart2 for amendment and replacement.
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.