2012 — 21 April: Saturday
Depending on your observation point1 this is either quite late on Friday (still) or far too early on Saturday. Yawn. I'm going with the — yawn — latter.
The kiddywinks are safely tucked up in bed, even if their combined age actually exceeds mine. I have, if you please, been given gracious permission to wake them by 10:30 or so. Hah! But I won't risk jeopardising the promise of a free lunch :-)
I've decided...
... to be charitable this (lovely, sunny) morning: not only am I letting the above-mentioned kiddywinks sleep in, I'm going to assume that the gentle chuntering signs of disk activity from BlackBeast are just it doing some defragging rather than malware malevolently running amok. Time for some of those glorious "Sounds of the 60s" at a rather lower volume than is my norm. (I'm such a softie!)
I sometimes wonder...
... why I remained a loyal "Grauniad" reader for more than three decades. While it still seems to me to be about the least worst of what used to be called "broadsheets" in the Untied (sic) Kingdom, some of the readers' comments to this piece made me smile more than somewhat:
Particularly the one about "First Dumbledore,2 now Jesus. Who's going to be the next fictional character to be 'outed'?" [Pause] I also read the piece on predatory lesbians (but then, I also watched Episode #1 of the second series of Lip Service on BBC3 last night. Does that make me a bad person? Don't answer that.)
The road to Waitrose is...
... paved with good intentions but, on discovering a few minutes ago that they've now put away their handy packs of winter veg, I've decided to stand down my crock-pottery for the next few months in sympathy. It also seems that early on a Saturday is actually not a bad time to hit their car-park. It's only taken me four years to find this out.
Paranoid? Who? Me?
Why do I always get the feeling my guvmint doesn't trust me? If they don't think I'm a responsible adult, why do they even bother to let me vote?
Not that doing so changes anything. Ever. Anywhere. Hypocritical idiots. And inept. (More.)
Jeremiah
As I found out during last Sunday's walk, my mobile's "discreet" setting, kindly set for me by Peter's g/f a year or so ago, was very nearly too discreet. Junior has now given it a tweak, and it makes slightly less discreet frog call3 noises. (Rivet, rivet.) Excellent.
Somehow, my house always seems quieter after visitors have left. I shall just have to crank the amp up to eleven.