2012 — 5 March: Monday
The merest placeholder1 for the time being. Last night's films were "Serendipity" and the 1999 Oliver Parker version of "An ideal husband". I enjoyed both rather more than mine host, alas. Swings and roundabouts. G'night.
After this Friday morning...
... I hope we'll agree that the new scar on my cheek is dashing. On close examination, the GP diagnosed basal cell papilloma and — I've just 'researched' — that's a whole lot better than any of the three skin cancers my old IBM health leaflet cheerily described. Warts, I can deal with. Sentences, I can end prepositionally, too.
Time to pack my next lunch. It's jolly cold out there in the breeze despite the bright sunshine.
Did I say "breeze"? More like Arctic gale. A mere 6.7 miles around Hinton Ampner and I'm now feeling knackered. But at least the sun shone.
And so...
... the evening starts here, with the ritual of the next batch of stewed plums for my breakfast. Somehow, it's already 18:19 (which is clearly impossible, as I've got nothing done of the things I vaguely intended to get done). Slippery stuff, this Time thing.
One of today's topics was whether or not one can "go back", years later, to once-read books and re-enjoy them. Since I've just ordered the latest 'tome' in the long-running Honor Harrington saga by David Weber, I think it's time to revisit the earlier ones. They're (nearly) all parked under the plasma screen since they're (nearly) all American paperbacks of slightly less height than the UK standard, and thus fit very neatly on either side of the Rotel power amp. But first, I must unload the washing machine. I'm a domestic god, I tell you.