2012 — 28 July: Saturday
As I'm now in full-on sports and Olympics avoidance mode1 I have no idea what state of noisy, over-crowded, Sartresque chaos London is in. Though I do know that Peter and Peter's g/f wanted to seek refuge here from their new Money Pit at very (too) short notice this weekend.
Sorry, kids, but selfish old Dad's off on a walk today. And besides — like Patrick McGeown, back in 1965 — he sometimes rather enjoys having his quiet room and his weekends to and/or for himself. Don't judge the ol' fool too harshly.
I've never seen "Jaws"...
... and I'm not that keen on large fish in general. This morning, I've learned a new word:
But the reproductive story gets rougher still. A number of shark species go in for oophagy, or uterine cannibalism. Sand tiger foetuses 'eat each other in utero, acting out the harshest form of sibling rivalry imaginable'. Only two babies emerge, one from each of the mother shark's uteruses: the survivors have eaten everything else. 'A female sand tiger gives birth to a baby that's already a metre long and an experienced killer,' explains Demian Chapman, an expert on the subject.
"Intelligent Design?" Yeah, right.
There's something delightful...
... about a nice fresh cuppa after a country walk. Indeed, the first one is barely touching the sides on the way down. The motorway going South was full when I set off this morning, and still horribly busy when I returned a few minutes ago, so I stayed off it.
Arrived home to find a slightly-revised water bill of £16-30 per month (a nice contrast with the £65 or so I was paying before I had the meter fitted four years ago) — I've apparently used 20 cubic metres of the wet stuff in the last 191 days. Also found one of those irritating cards regarding a package too large to fit, and thus now needing to be picked up from the depot on Monday (because, of course, Mr Postie knocks off early on a Saturday and I got home a few minutes too late).
Five minutes...
... can positively fly by with some of the people here.
Reverting to sports for a moment. Today's score seems to be David: 0, Insects of the biting variety: 2.
It's a good job I have "The Practice" to distract me (somewhat) from the itching bumps.