2013 — 25 October: Friday

After tomorrow, of course, it's going to be a darker start to my mornings if I continue to wake up early enough.

Now there's a gloomy1 thought :-)

Further thoughts, gloomy or (more likely) otherwise, will have to await breakfast. It's drizzling quite hard out there, but the wind isn't encouraging the moisture into my Books Warehouse while it sticks to its present direction.

Local peace...

... is being shattered by the occasional haircut being given to the ever-unruly line of Leylandii planted by one of the "self-build" neighbours many years ago (I naïvely assumed, to block views of his wife who tended to parade at an upstairs window without the warming benefits of a vest). They have long since moved away, but the Leylandii linger on, of course. Ripples in the rich fabric of human history hereabouts.

Irony?

Never heard of it! Keith Houston's piece amused me. Source and snippet:

Oh, the irony!

I'm easily amused, and was once a freelance technical journalist (in such spare time as I could scrape together while trying to make mortgage payments from my ICL day job) which is probably why I also enjoyed Andrew Potter's "Twilight of the Pundits". (Link.)

Say "hello" to...

... my new favourite CD of all time:

Songs of Nick Drake

The list varies continuously. Just in case you wondered. [Pause] A couple of these new-fangled smartphone text messages give me hope, respectively, of a cuppa and a biscuit with Roger & Eileen in the afternoon, preceded by a lunch with Chris & Gill at the "Cart and Horses", Kingsworthy (assuming I can find it). Actually, since I drive past it on every visit to dear Mama, including once this week already, I don't really anticipate having too much difficulty.

I await my summons, while getting steadily more peckish.

A smudge of cloud...

... out in the western Atlantic is apparently heading this way...

Lousy weather

... in time to cause chaos on Sunday night "stormy with heavy rain and damaging gusts". I somehow doubt I can get my roof tile repaired before then, though Roger handily supplied me with contact details for a roofing chap. He also (correctly) questioned my mis-statement above about darker mornings. I never could quite get the hang of the twice-a-year clock change, and have no intention of changing now.

I am, after all, unable even to change the time shown on my Toyota Yaris clock :-)

  

Footnote

1  Easily dispelled by my morning cuppa, while I listen to NPR's reporting of the continuing fallout from the light shone by the young gentleman who revealed so much about North American spying proclivities (on the activities of the leaders of 45 other countries, including my own).