2012 — 13 April: Friday
Lucky for some — including niece #4, who1 has chosen this day to get married. Dear Mama's dementia has made it impossible for me to convey this granddaughterly snippet of family intelligence in a way she can comprehend, but I'm sure the ol' thing would be pleased if she understood. So, Bro: two down, two to go! Perhaps you could bribe the other two to elope?
In more mundane local news, I'm predicting a round of supplies2 shopping, and later this afternoon a quiet celebratory cuppa with Roger and Eileen as we contemplate the ineffable whichness of the why. Or something like that. Assuming yesterday afternoon's thunderstorm didn't melt their kettle. (Dear Mama's own dear Mama was convinced that underneath the kitchen table was the only safe place to be as the lightning flash-banged. As for handling cutlery: forget about it. This from the lady who enjoyed watching the wrestling on TV...)
Prediction #1 fulfilled...
... though what the point is of trying to sell me a six-pack of "perfectly ripe" fruit (plums, in this case) when the "home-ripening" paradigm suits my bachelor style far better defeats me. I shall have to make my first cuppa and ponder. It's 08:58 and still rather cool out there, but sunny.
Were I still in the "surround sound" game, I might drool a little over this little lump. On the other hand, Mike has had a few problems with its predecessor.
Something for the weekend, sir?
My very first helicopter hire invoice spam email :-)
Your order N75475 for helicopter for the weekend Total to pay you will be find in the attachment.(Open with Internet Explorer Only)
In fact, the Google spam filters are still doing an excellent job, and the absolute number of items seems to have dropped off significantly in the last 48 hours, too. [Pause] The next helicopter invoice showed up about eight hours later.
Mr Postie was kind enough to drop off a couple of items for my amusement:
And I then whizzed out for a petrol topup and to pay in the two Uncle ERNIE cheques.
My instincts...
... are improving. I'd actually taken my foot right off the accelerator before the young lady wearing in-ear phones and a blank expression stepped diagonally out across the road in front of me without looking and strolled unconcernedly along. Though, removing such foolish people from the gene pool might help in the long run, I suppose.
I was somewhat delayed in setting off for my afternoon treat as I found myself blocked in on my drive for an hour or so while the contents of a couple of removal vans were being emptied into the long-empty house next door. Judging by the large, colourful, plastic toys I could see in their back garden on my return...
... I have yet more ankle-biters to contend with in due course. Time will tell. And now it's time (19:10) for my tasty little prawn curry.