2013 — 27 November: Wednesday
I'm happy to report1 that "Friends" has lost none of its charm. And nor had I ever seen any of the first season. I suspect I got into the habit of watching it after hearing Christa and Peter laughing downstairs in a regular time slot. (Not that they didn't laugh irregularly, also.)
Busy, busy. I could do with making a quick supplies run before setting off on my latest dental adventure. Who knows what state I'll be in after that? I'm hoping "well-filled" but it's more likely to be yet another exploratory excavation and microscopic "look see" first.
Too big...
... for the phone-sized hole in my jacket, but a 21" full HD Android screen? Nice!
Not counting...
... the nerve or so still left unfrayed by Portsmouth city traffic and parking, the cost of today's little exploration was a mere £95 for one incredibly detailed digital X-ray, neatly setting the scene for the first of two, or possibly three, return visits and a bill of £750 to which, shortly afterwards, I'll be able to add the cost of the crown with which my local Dr Fang will top things off. The chance of success is rated at 80% where success constitutes not extracting the damn' thing. Good design, heh? Pah!
It turned out that not only did Dr (Portsmouth) Fang know the chap — Rothschild — I saw on a similar adventure in Wimpole Street back in 1990, but he had also done a root filling for my late dentist Glen Buxey-Softley a month before he died two years ago. Cue the phrase: small world. In a flash of the black humour2 so characteristic of these chaps, he did mutter that he hoped that hadn't caused Glen's death. A hope I share, of course.
Definitely time for a late lemonses cuppa.
I've started buying...
... mains-operated LED bulbs (to replace some, at least, of the compact fluorescent bulbs I've been using since incandescents starting imitating the Dodo). The model I've opted for consumes 10 watts and emits 600 lm. It has a colour temperature of 2700 Kelvin. Reaches full brightness in less than one second, should manage to switch on and off around 40,000 times, and 'burn' for 25,000 hours (give or take). My radio ham chum says the only downside is the appalling amount of RF hash pushed out by the rapidly switching power supply. Since the only AM radio I still have is the 'tranny' that lives (almost completely unused) behind the left-hand (almost never drawn) kitchen curtain — and thus only rarely catches my eye — I can't say I'm over-bothered.
But I am woefully under-informed about colour temperature,3 so I've just asked Mrs Google to find me a picture I can understand:
