2012 — 27 February: Monday
A blast of Haydn1 as the first cuppa is still brewing. And I already now know that Borodin died 125 years ago. That's the ticket. It's just crawled past 08:31 and the sun is conspicuously absent.
I'm thinking now's a good time for a little outdoor expotition. It's 10:10 or thereabouts and I'm retired, you know.
Who would have guessed...
... that our benevolent guvmint is so worried about interference from the latest mobile telephone 4G masts that it's prepared to cough up some quite serious dough in a few cases?
Why is TV reception so important? Ludicrous.
After lunch...
... let's see what I found in Waterstone's:
Much easier reading than yet another latest "Rates" leaflet from one of my financial outfits... they seem to have a different set of products every two or three months and, of course, always a compelling reason why I should change to one of them. Immediately. I don't doubt they're right, but I can't be bothered.
Firebird
I'm listening to my CD2 of the Boston Symphony with Seiji Ozawa waving his magic wand — this being the 1984 EMI digital recording, pressed in Japan, and bought for £10-95 from a London branch of Waterstone's on Saturday 26th May 1984. That was actually my first shopping treat in London since Peter had been born (in 1980), and was the day before we took him to see Return of the Jedi3 — I can't help thinking "Hang on! Where did those 28 years go?"