2014 — 8 April: Tuesday
Sunshine hints that our planned walk later this morning1 may not actually be a washout.
It's heartwarming...
... to see further evidence that my guvmint remains so clear-sighted and forward-looking, particularly in the IT sector:
Better value than the small fraction this represents of, say, maintenance costs of a Trident submarine, after all. Probably less harmful, too.
I've often looked...
... for "life's instruction manual". I would prefer to read it for myself, however. Can't trust those pesky priests.
They tend to have a hidden agenda (or worse) under their cassocks.
Since Mike went...
... on his spectacularly-successful "cure Type II diabetes" very restricted calorie diet (developed at Newcastle University) a couple of months ago I've been morally supporting him by packing myself much less extravagant lunches for our walks together. Makes the process a lot quicker. One apple, one power bar, and one tuna sandwich split between two pockets does away with the need for my little rucksack, too. Must try to remember to bite carefully into the apple, however. I've no wish to revisit Dr Fang before the autumn.
[Pause]
A little soggy underfoot here and there, but nothing insuperable. And we didn't hit a shower until we were driving back. Right. What's next?
[Pause]
Just your next batch of basic fresh calories. Done; cunningly ahead of the fleet of Chelsea tractors and the myriads of road-unaware ankle-biters. And I'm now therefore free once again to stash things away before I contemplate the ineffable whichness of the why ahead of tomorrow morning's visit to a solicitor2 and my upcoming lunch date. It's bright but a bit blustery out there and trying to drizzle, at least, but the barometer's up. Is that an empty teapot trying to catch my eye?