2012 — 23 July: Monday
It sounded far too quiet for it to be a feasible Monday morning1 but, as the cuppa works its magic and the choral music on BBC Radio 3 soothes away the mental cobwebs, I can admire the sunshine, think of Big Bro attending his stamp auction2 before he returns to NZ, and plot my next week of little adventures.
Starting (perhaps) with the 170 or so tracks of delicious jazz (Brubeck, Mingus, Baker, Monk and Coltrane) I downloaded from Amazon last night to fill in a few of the gaps. It's also — it occurs to me — a long time since I've sniffed a fresh sea breeze...
Newly uncovered...
... evidence suggests I am, at worst, merely very, very, mildly obsessive. (Proof!)
I think software that freezes before allowing me to save its results is my least favourite kind of software. My rework will now have to wait until I've sorted out dear Mama's dentistry payment(s) over at the care-home. Off I go (again).
Other evidence...
... presented visually in Soton this morning, and again in Winchester this afternoon, suggests I missed the memo mandating the return of hotpants as a fashionable necessity. Meanwhile, having now returned from signing all the bumph needed to arrange for an NHS dentist to visit the care-home and start doing his stuff on dear Mama's gnashers, I've repeated the set of artwork scans that got lost in a bit bucket somewhere in the depths of my CanoScan's application data space a couple of hours ago.
I intercepted this boxed set3 from Mr Postie before my first expotition...
... and picked up this little trio of discounted Blu-rays by working very carefully through the shelves in HMV during said expotition...
I need, and feel I have earned, another cuppa! Oh, and since last Thursday John Lewis has managed to sell out of its stock of rug stick-'em-down stuff, at least in the incrementally parsimonious size that was all I wanted to buy.
But now that summer has arrived (!) and Mike's lurgy has departed we're off for a little stroll in the country tomorrow. Colour me gone, Wherwell-wards.