2014 — 13 November: Thursday
While my faithful washing machine chews contentedly through its latest pre-breakfast accumulation of holes connected by fraying bits of string that I prefer to characterise as "my laundry", I've cracked. Yep, I've unwrapped and am now actually wearing one of my recently-acquired new polo shirts.1 Ain't life grand?
Just try not...
... to spill anything too permanent on it for the next couple of years, OK? And not before today's lunch date, either. Mirabile dictu, it's not actually raining at the moment. I shall celebrate with some breakfast. I may even take another look at the photo Big Bro sent me of him with his two grandsons. "Two new faces for me", he said, but I guess I'm supposed to deduce the matching names by trawling back through an email trail.
Let's see, I know they're not called "John"... :-)
Having spent...
... a lifetime dedicated to tuning hastily away from the ghastly radio "Thought for the Day" slot whenever it loomed up — 99.999% because it's not only sanctimonious twaddle, but more cogently has yet to have the balls to feature a "thought" from anyone lacking (if it is a lack) religious belief — I very much prefer this approach, as exemplified by one of several wise and sometimes witty posters such as this:
Don't miss the one about celebrating the ten thousand trillion trillion atoms that are you... Or this, too...
See you all in hell, no doubt.
Despite never...
... receiving any 'ACK' from those splendid folk in the Dept for Work and Pensions (when I sent them official notification of my Power of Attorney over dear Mama's affairs and her change of address) her next annual Winter Fuel Payment is on its way and notification of that helpful fact has just arrived c/o my snailmail address. Good.
But I've just experienced my first "fail" in my job as PC support to Iris. I could not persuade one of her existing 'Word' docs to print in quite the way she wants now that she's moved over to LibreOffice. I've given her a couple of suggestions to try, and await an 'ACK' :-)
What a dull grey day it's been out there. Must be November.
Enlivened, however...
... by Peter's discovery last weekend of yet another of Christa's little hidden caches of increasingly elderly chocolates — this time in a kitchen cupboard, tucked away inside a mug I've clearly not used for rather more than seven years. What an incurious chap I must be.
Perfect, with tea, for the Beethoven :-)
And preceded by this considerably more recent little confection, delivered alongside dear Mama's welcome news:
"Tru", in this case, being short for "Gertrude". Not a film I could ever imagine Hollywood making, but none the worse for that. I (still) find Christine Horne immensely attractive, though her character in this was pretty, erm, amusingly messed-up. (Mother issues — and who can't relate to that?) Recommended. She was excellent in "Margarita", too.