2012 — 18 September: Tuesday
Not that I "do" plans these days1 but there's a walk on the cards this cool morning — with the usual packed lunch. And there may even be a trio of walkers doing the walkering. But not before a cuppa and some breakfast. Let's see if I can still work the new kettle.
When worlds collide
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Well, Mike's GPS may insist we only covered 6.7 miles or so (around Warnford) but the signals made no allowance for the large number of invisible contour lines we stepped across, battering the poor old knees. I also fielded a call from the care-home... it's time to say "OK" to dear Mama's next annual 'flu jab. And the nice folk who run IBM's pension fund have sent me their latest glossy report. (I'd prefer a pension increase.)
Raspberry Pi devices have been exchanged, and mine is once again silently serving my internal web pages without any fuss. But a degree or so cooler.
The next little...
... perturbation in my personal event horizon is set to be the installation of the replacement patio door, which should see off the bulk of tomorrow. I nipped out a few minutes ago to stock up on tea and milk in case the fitter proves as 'thirsty' as Brian the plumber. I've also more or less cleared the general area at the back of the living room in readiness.
There's also a wholesale resetting of Digital Terrestrial TV channels tomorrow, but (having slogged through a not very interesting 96-page DMOL consultation document only to find that radio [page 33] is being left untouched) I don't expect to be troubled by it.
It's only 20:31 but it's already dark outside and quite a few stars are visible.
I may yet get a farewell visit from niece #1 this weekend before she returns (via Crete) to NZ in a month or so. She would like to see her grandmother, too... there's no accounting for taste in young people these days, is there?