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My Diary/Blog For the Month of March
2012 |
Tuesday 27th March 2012 |
07:51 BST By yesterday afternoon it was very pleasant outside. The sun had warmed the air up, and it felt very nice to go home in shirtsleeves. The clear sky that allowed the sunshine through also allowed most of the heat out overnight. This morning started at a rather chilly 5° C, but by the end of the afternoon the temperature is forecast to rise as high as yesterday, and maybe even a degree more. I was busy at work yesterday, and annoyingly too busy to start on a project that I hoped to have completed by the end of today. Unless I can finish it before then end of tomorrow it will be awkward taking off Thursday and Friday. Those days, particularly Thursday, are forecast to be warm and dry, and it is my wish that I would go out for a ramble on one or both those days. I always seem to find that days out work better on a weekday. There's more trains, and less people around. As an alternative to Thursday and Friday I could, and still might, take off next Monday and Tuesday. It's on those days that we have another ISO inspection, and stress levels will be very high, and certain people panicking. Even this morning I've had an internal email suggesting my bench area is not as tidy as some useless pen pusher thinks it should be. There were even photos in the email of my desk, and a few other places that fail to conform to someones exalted desires. The only problem is that the picture of my desk shows work in progress. If it were anything else I would be doing nothing. I feel mighty irritated about this. Mightily irritated indeed ! I was hoping that when I went home last night it would actually feel like I was leaving an hour early because of the clocks changing. It did a tiny bit when I thought about it hard, but it wasn't that wonderful. After I had eaten a lighter meal than usual, and watched the news on TV, I still had the urge to take the first steps towards going to bed even though it was still bright daylight outside. It was almost still light when I did get into bed with the Mammoth book of extreme science fiction. A few minutes later I had to get out of bed again to reply to an email that had come through to my phone that was on charge on the other side of the room. After dealing with that I got back into bed to resume reading. I was closer to the end of a short story than I thought, and so at around 8.30pm I turned out the light, and was asleep in no time at all. As seems to be monotonously the case now, I slept well for about 4 hours, and a lot less well afterwards. I woke up the first time from a dream whose theme is the only bit I remember. In this dream, someone, and I don't think it was Google, had been scouring the internet, and film archives, for both pictures and video of Catford through the ages. It was by no means complete because old pictures of Catford are relatively rare, but it was good enough in places to take a virtual walk down the high street in the mid 1960s. I think this facility does sort of exist for some areas of London, and there is a (paid for ?) app for the iPhone (maybe Android too) that allows you to overlay certain old street scenes over "reality", but I think that is probably limited to more famous places. There are a few nice pictures of old Catford here :- http://transpont.blogspot.co.uk/2011/11/john-betjeman-and-lewisham-town-hall.html During the second half of my sleep, one dream stood out for being "exciting" (for want of a better word !). I was at home with a special friend of the female variety, and the intention was that we would be indulging in certain well known intimacies. The only trouble was that two of my mad friends of the male variety were hanging around, and I couldn't get rid of them. One insisted of going through my entire record/CD collection by spreading it out all over the floor, and the other was just generally making a mess and getting in the way. By the end of the dream I had resorted to emulating language more associated with the extremes of Tourettes syndrome. Although there was some satisfaction in dusting down, and exercising some of the words and phrases kept for special occasions, I felt quite stressed when I woke up from that dream ! I am expecting that much of tonight will be a re-run of last night - except for the dreams. Maybe tonight I can finish the second dream with out my loony friends being present. That would be nice. I haven't had a good "intimate" dream for ages, and just for a change it would be nice if I didn't wake up just before the best bit ! |
Monday 26th March 2012 |
08:06 BST It may have just been me, but yesterday seemed very cool. There seemed to be quite a lot of sunshine that should have warmed things up, but there always seemed to be a very chilly breeze coming through any open window. This morning started at just 7° C. It definitely felt chilly as I made my way to the station in the first faint light before dawn. I'm not sure when sunrise was this morning, but I first became aware it was daylight somewhere between Catford and Waterloo. At Earlsfield there was a bit of mist over the top end of the cemetary, and the sky was looking very hazy. The sky is clearing now and turning blue, and with a bit of luck it will be a bright sunny day, and be feeling warm when I go home. I feel relatively good this morning after a restful weekend. I had no trouble getting up effectively an hour earlier this morning. That was despite, or perhaps because of, sleeping for as much as two hours yesterday afternoon. I had hoped not to do that because I thought it would stop me getting to sleep in the evening. I did read in bed for a bit longer than I meant to, but at around 9.30pm I turned out the light, and I think I fell asleep very quickly. I slept well last night. I did wake up briefly a couple of times, but on each occasion I fell asleep again with no trouble. At some point in the night I had a dream that introduced a novel concept. I can't remember what happened in that dream, but it featured what could loosely be described as a railway caravan. In a subsequent dream or two, and also in moments of wakefulness I considered this idea. The basic idea was a railway coach, or wagon, fitted out like a caravan. It could then be attached to a train to be taken anywhere on the rail network. It could never work these days. Health and safety rules would see to that without having to consider that the rail network, and the trains that run on them are so inflexible in these modern times. Once upon a time when health and safety was all about not getting hurt instead of a book of inflexible rules, and railway stations had sidings and other spurs, it would have been feasible, and I'm not so sure that something similar didn't actually exist during the golden age of railways. The closest to it would have been static camping coaches that most of the railway regions set up. The change from GMT to BST yesterday was a very positive thing with just an almost ignorable penalty of temporary set back in sunrise. The ather excellent thing is that today, and for the next few days until the novelty wears off, it is going to feel like I am going home from work an hour early. Under a blazing sun (hopefully) that is going to feel good. It is even possible that it might inspire me to eat a little less tonight. It would be good if it did because I think I ate far more sparsely than usual yesterday, and two days of less eating could make me feel even fitter tomorrow morning. It is even possible it could be the start of a trend. If the trend continues, and I manage to complete a few tasks I have here at work in time, I'm hoping to take the end of the week off. If by then I am feeling exceptionally good, I might just tackle a moderately long walk on Thursday or Friday. |
Thursday 22nd March 2012 |
07:56 GMT We are at the start of a summer drought, and yet I am more than happy for the sun to stay shining. There was a lot of sunshine yesterday, and that drove the temperature up enough for me to go home from work in my shirtsleeves. The temperature dropped a lot during the night, and I think it was around 5° C when I woke up, but it seems to be warming up already. It is a delightful morning that started off with some thin mist here and there, but the sun has already driven that off, and today promises to be rather good. Of course this was not how it was forecast a few days ago. Then they were saying that today would be dull, and probably wet. With luck, reality will see the temperature rise to 19° C, and there are hints that some spots could see 21° C. Sometimes I don't know how to take advantage of things dropped in my lap. On my way home from work I dropped off a CD with the pictures on it that I had taken when Chain played in The Catford Ram last Friday night. It was for the governor of The Catford Ram who may eventually use a picture or two on his pubs very out of date website (http://www.catfordrampub.co.uk/). The website is so out of date that the next gig at the pub is listed as Chain in October 2011 ! I knew that it would probably be worth a free pint or two, so why did I just ask for a half of bitter instead of a double Scotch or something ? Well maybe once he's seen the pictures it might still be worth another freebie when I drink in there next. Last night I found myself in bed exceptionally early. I slept well until waking up nearly an hour early. I could consider this to be annoying, but I think it is probably good practice for when the clocks change from GMT to BST this coming Sunday. While I was sleeping I had a dream that revealed a strange sort of prejudice I seem to have. I am not sure what the setting of the dream was. I've already forgotten the minor details, and I am not sure if I even remember the main details correctly after thinking about them a lot while awake, and considering alternative possibilities. As far as I can recall I was in some sort of cross between work and a classroom, and sitting next to me was a woman. She was rather plain looking, but not unattractive. I can't recall what she was wearing apart from a pale orange cardigan. She was chatting with me, and from the way she was driving the conversation I concluded that she was hesitantly chatting me up. What I considered doing was telling her that if she was chatting me up I could avoid her any difficulties by just saying "yes, she had a date". I didn't though. The other thing I was considering (for some strange reason) was that a pale orange cardigan was the badge of the perpetual spinster, and that any relationship with her would be fruitless. It was while considering these two ideas that I woke up. Then, while awake, I considered the pros and cons of the dream, and imagined alternative scenarios. Somewhere along the way those imaginings and the dream probably got mixed up, but the pale orange cardigan definitely featured in the dream ! It is a very strange prejudice to have, and I wonder where I picked it from, or how I managed to invent it. I could easily be wrong, but I can't recall ever seeing a pale orange cardigan before. I assume they must exist, but I would suggest that if you are of the female gender you don't ever wear one unless you want to sit on the shelf until the end of your days. |
Sunday 18th March 2012 |
11:23 GMT A lot of weather has passed in the last couple of days. Friday ended up occasionally sunny, but quite cool. Yesterday was cold and wet. This morning started off bright and sunny. It was rather lovely, but the temperature was only a rather chilly 4 to 5° C at daybreak. As I write the temperature has crept up to 10.5° C, but as the forecast suggested would happen, it is now getting cloudy. Later on it might rain again. I was incredibly pissed off at work on Friday. Had there been any chance beyond the rarest of fluke chances of ever earning a living again I could have cheerfully resigned. On this occasion it wasn't anything in particular, or even any person that left me feeling that way. It was little bits of this, and little bits of that, plus it was the end of the week and I was feeling tired, and home time just could not come quickly enough. I was probably looking forward to the evening just a little too much. The reason was that Chain were playing in The catford Ram. It's just so handy to only have a five minute walk from home to have a wonderful time listening to great music while quaffing large quantities of beer. What makes it even better is that at The Catford Ram the gig starts at approx 6pm, and finishes at a time more in keeping with my normal hours (i.e. bedtime at around 9pm). Of course I didn't actually go to bed at 9pm, and it was closer to 1am ! The very most wonderful thing about Friday night was that I hadn't seem Chain play for nearly two months, and I hadn't indulged in any binge drinking* for practically the same length of time. * binge drinking as defined by the government of anything more than a thimbleful of any liquid that has been within 200 metres of alcohol. So after work I rushed home as fast as the train service would let me. (i.e. I got home at my normal time). Once indoors I fed Smudge, got changed, picked up my video and photo kit, and then walked at a slightly sedate pace to the pub so I could arrive there looking my coolest (or something). Part of my video kit was my new, and up till then, untried LED video lamp. It made a real difference to the one video I shot. Video shot in the Ram is usually dull, and even post processing can only do so much to make it look a little more vibrant. I didn't need any special processing to produce this..... Prior to Friday night
there
was some discussion about how the gig would turn out on the new stage
that the pub installed. I don't really know what anyone else thought
about it, but I think it worked very well. There could be argument that
it puts a barrier between the band and the audience, but it's too
insubstantial for that, and just added a sort of neatness to the
performance.
Friday night was evening
before St Patrick's day, and the pub was already themed up to celebrate
it. There was free Irish stew available from 5 to 8pm, and of course
loads of Guinness hats pinned up around the place. I was drinking
Guiness, and that gave me an idea for a crap, cliched
photo........which sort of turned out OK !
No St Patrick's
celebration
would be complete without someone, Elizabeth in this case, playing on
the penny whistle. It was a good excuse to nip outside for a fag while
this musical interlude passed.
I had a wonderful time in
the
pub. It went on for longer than I imagined it would. Chain had packed
up and gone when the landlord presented me with another pint of
Guiness, and Kevin with a double Jameson's whiskey (which I would have
preferred). The reason for this was (I think) that he was after some of
my photography to use on the pubs woefully out of date website. I'll be
dropping off a CD with some of my pictures, plus the link to the video,
to him in a day or two. It might even be worth another free beer if I'm
lucky !
After I left the pub I bought some fish and chips for dinner when I got home. As I was eating them I put on the TV and found BBC3 were showing "George Harrison: Living In The Material World" a documentary/autobiography about George Harrison. The odd thing is that I had seen it before, but hardly recognised it. Maybe it's actually better to see it while drunk, and feeling high from all the excitement earlier. I think it finished at something like half past midnight. I think I remember that my clock said 00:45 when I turned the light out to go to sleep. It may not have mattered too much going to bed at such a late hour if I had managed to get to sleep quickly enough, and if I hadn't woken up at least three times in the night with severe cramp in one or other of my legs. Each time I had to leap out of bed to put some weight on my legs to kill the excruciating pain. I can't remember if it had happened again when I woke up at 6am, but at that time I didn't think I could get any more sleep. So I effectively got up after less than 5 hours of very bad sleep. After a while I did a bit of housework to make the place look a bit better because Aleemah was visiting late in the morning. I was OK while she was here, but after she left a deep tiredness came over me. I did manage to doze off during the afternoon, but I doubt I got any more than an hours sleep, and probably less. This was unfortunate because I could have gone to another Chain gig last night. It was at one of the venues where Jo and Chris have to pass through Catford, and they offered me a lift there and back, but even with that kind offer I felt too tired to go out. The most annoying thing about all that was that I seemed to get my second wind five minutes after the time they would have picked me up. For several hours after I didn't really feel all that tired. So I decided to tackle the video I had shot in the pub the night before. I did a simple bit of editing, and then uploaded it to You Tube. It seemed that as soon as I had hit the upload button a deep weariness came over me, and I couldn't wait for it to finish so I could get into bed and sleep. It was still unusually late when I got to sleep, but I slept fairly normally, and got about an average amount of sleep. This morning I woke up feeling a bit bleary eyed, but that soon passed. With the sun shining brightly outside I was almost tempted to go out for a long walk somewhere. That was until I took some rubbish out to the wheelie bin. The sun may have been bright, and much of the sky was blue, but it felt bloody freezing outside ! That put me off the idea of going out, but the deciding factor was that I still had over 40 pictures on my camera from Friday night that I had hardly looked at. So the first job for today was to review the photos, and edit the best of them. Having done that I started writing this. Since starting the sun had gone in, the sky looked as if it was about to rain, and now the cloud seems more broken again. There was even a few more minutes of bright sunshine just now. Well, there's too many very dark looking clouds to put me off considering going for a walk today, and in a way that is a good thing. I now have quite a heap of laundry to do, and I can't put off doing that any longer. While I'm doing that I think I'll put some dinner in the oven, and if I time it right I'll not have to wait too long to have my Sunday dinner afterwards. |
Thursday 15th March 2012 |
08:09 GMT I shouldn't be so pessimistic ! Against all my expectations, yesterday after was sunny ! The expectation that it would not be quite as warm as the day before was right though. There was little cloud overnight, and that allowed the temperature to drop to 4.6° C this morning. It also caused quite a thick fog to form. In places visibility was down to a hundred metres or less. Here in Earlsfield the fog is now lifting, and the sun is getting brighter. There are predictions that today could exceed 18° C, and that is rather good, but it also marks a temporary peak. Tomorrow is supposed to be a lot duller, cooler, and rain is forecast for the weekend. Yesterday morning I managed to take a very poor picture of something I have waited some time to photograph. The picture I took on my mobile phone was so bad that I had to enhance it. What the picture shows is
part
of the platform edge of platform 6 at London Bridge station, and the
skirting of SouthEastern train 465026 near to one of the doors (pale
blue with yellow stripe on the step). My main "enhamcement" was to
re-letter the fuzzy lettering that says "HEATER CONTRACTOR CASE". When
I first saw that label I thought the idea of a heater contractor was
novel, and unlikely, but still just possible. Domestic central heating
usually has an expansion tank. So why shouldn't a train have a
contracting tank (or something). Mysuspicions that it was a misprint
were soon confirmed when every other train I saw had "HEATING CONTACTOR
CASE" written on it. A
contactor being the name for a huge, heavy duty switch. The misprint
has been in existence for well over a month, and my guess it will stay
as it is for years to come !
Last night I spent a bit of time playing with a new toy that was delivered to me yesterday. It is an internet connected pan and tilt (but not zoom) security camera. Compared to the ones that the company I work for makes, it is a toy, but a very good one. It cost a tenth of the price of a professional security camera, but is still very effective. I was lucky that I managed to order mine while they were on special offer, and £10 cheaper than I notice they are today. It has password access over the internet. So I can't link to it here, and it might not even be switched on tomorrow, but today I can watch my cat sleeping all day while try and stay awake at work. While I can't link to it, or embed it, I can show a snapshot of what I saw a few seconds ago - and probably not too different to what I'll see all day !. Today is Thursday at
last. It
is a wonderful thing that it's Thursday because that means tomorrow is
Friday ! On the whole I feel reasonably OK, but I am suffering from
echoes of a terribly depressing dream I had last night. I won't attempt
to describe it, or what it was about. Most of the detail apart from the
theme of the dream has evaporated anyway, but it was truly depressing,
and has taken the edge off the morning. Hopefully the bright sunshine
will burn off the rest of the memory of it.
Tonight I ought to be very busy. Whether I will or not remains to be seen. I definitely need to go cat food shopping (and something for me might be nice too). I really should wash my hair tonight so it's nice and clean for when I see Chain playing in The Catford Ram soon after work tomorrow. I probably ought to do some laundry tonight as well. There is one more thing that I should have done this morning if had enough time, but I will 500% have to do tonight, and that is to empty Smudge's litter tray. It is most definitely full !! |
Tuesday 13th March 2012 |
08:07 GMT Yesterday ended up as a gloriously sunny day. Although the air temperature didn't get that high, it felt delighfully warm in the sunshine. My outside thermometer was only showing 12° C when I got home from work, but that is sited on the north side of my house. On the south side, the bright sun made it feel more like 18 or 19° C. As the sun set the clouds appeared again, and they helped keep the temperature up overnight. It was 9° C when I left for work. That's cool, but not terribly so. The worst thing is that the clouds are still here this morning, and apparently will be here all day. Today is not going to feel as warm as yesterday, and there is always a possibility that it might rain. Rain was forecast for 6am this morning. I think I felt some moisture on my face when I put some rubbish in the wheelie bin at that time, but there has been no evidence of any rain since then. I was feeling good when I got home in the sunshine last night. In theory I should have been in the right mood to do some more tidying up in my living room - I was, but only a tiny little bit. I think I spent no more than five minutes doing just a little bit more, but that was all. I think the place looks better already, but it is only relative. If you knew what it looked like before you would see a great improvement. If you hadn't seen it before you would probably think my living room looks like a mess. Of course it is, but Smudge and myself don't seem to mind it, and we're the one's who count, so there !! Having done my five minutes of something similar to housework, cooked and eaten my dinner, and watched the news on TV, I retired to my bedroom where I spent a little while on my PC, and a longer while reading my recently bought "Mammoth Book of Extreme Science Fiction"in bed. So far all the stories I have read in it have turned out to be rather good. I was worried by the tag "extreme", and imagined it might be all modern stuff that lacks the wonderment of, say, 1950s sci fi. I think it was £7.99 well spent. I notice that since buying it, the price has dropped a bit (or I failed to remember the price I paid for mine). I also notice that there is a "The Mammoth Book of Apocalyptic Science Fiction", and that looks rather interesting too. In fact there are even more Mammoth books revealed by a search on Amazon. Several others seem interesting too, but it is a shame that the Lesbian Erotica one is not Lesbian Erotic Science Fiction book, otherwise it might have made for interesting bedtime reading :-) |
Saturday 10th March 2012 |
09:46 GMT Yesterday was a disappointment despite the weather being pretty much as forecast. The temperature was just high enough for it to be almost comfortable to spend five minutes outside with no coat on, but it stayed very dull all day. By the end of the day the temperature possibly hit 12° C, but the lack of sunshine spoiled it. This morning is very similar to how yesterday left off. It is grey outside, and also 12° C. Through the day the temperature should rise a few more degrees, and with luck the cloud may break up enough for a few sunny spells. Last night I ordered my second meal from http://www.turkish-kitchen.co.uk/ and this time their website worked, and I did it all on line. Well I say it worked, but there was still one small hitch. On the checkout page it said something to the effect of "If you want to pay by credit/debit card, the registered card address must be the same as the delivery address". That seemed fair enough, but implied (to me) that if you didn't want to pay by card you could pay cash (when it was delivered). I had intended to pay cash, but with no "place order" button, or something similar, I had to use my credit card. To make matters worse the transaction went via Paypal who I try to avoid using. My meal was delivered with a couple of minutes of the time I specified on the order form (which was nice). My order had been less ambitious than the one I telephoned through last week, and I don't think I made such a good choice as last time. A starter and main dish were both based on meatballs. The starter had the meatballs without sauce, but with some chopped onions and other salad bits and pieces. The main dish was meatballs in a rich tomatoe and herb based sauce. In reality there seemed too little to differentiate the dishes, and one was just a sort of continuation of the other. There is a good chance I'll be ordering more meals from them, but next time I'll explore some other types of stuff. Their version of a moussaka sounds interesting. I had some alternate plans for today that depended on the weather. The weather could have been cold or mild, and it could have been grey or bright. If it was bright and mild I was going for a walk. If it was cold and grey I was going to stay in bed all day. If it was bright but cold I was going to do some spring cleaning (sort of). I never really worked out what I would do if it was grey and mild, and that's what it seems to be right now. Perhaps I'll see if the day improves later on, or maybe I'll just do a little of each. That does sound like a better plan, and I have already made a start on it. I woke up at 5.30am after a reasonable nights sleep. I fed Smudge, and pottered about for a bit before I went back to bed and got at least another hour of nice sleep. So what I think I'll do next is go for a short walk - to do some shopping. Once I have finished shopping I'll have a rest before doing some laundry. Perhaps then I'll tackle tidying up the living room. There is a lot of it to do, and with it being rather grey outside I may not sustain the enthusiasm to finish it (if it ever can be finished), but at least I'll have made a start. That sounds like the beginning of a plan ! |
Monday 5th March 2012 |
07:52 GMT Reality finally caught up with the BBC's weather forecast for yesterday. Even while I was writing that yesterday morning was nowhere near as cold as the forecast, the temperature was falling. The temperature continued to fall, and the rain became a bit heavier, and by 3pm it was truly horrible outside. This morning reality is paying lip service to the BBC weather forecast. At around 4° C it is certainly very chilly, but the cloud is quite well broken up, and contrary to the forecast we should have some sunshine. Later on, reality may catch up with the forecast again, and if you were to believe the very pessimistic forecast in the paper this morning, there could be some wintery shows later on. I doubt if it will hit London, but the worst case scenario says that not too far away will see falls of snow. Winter is back ! I got a call from Jodie far earlier than I was expecting yesterday to say that she was on the train, and headed for The Catford Bridge Tavern.(note: as I write this the link doesn't work, but I've included it because it might work one day !). She thought she would be meeting some other friends in there, but they didn't turn up for some reason. Once I got the call I got myself ready, and put some vegetables and potatoes in the oven to roast alongside some lamb. Then wearing my very lightweight hoody to protect myself from the rain I set off for my first visit to the re-opened and renamed pub. The interior of the pub is only half finished, and some areas are still screened off, but I quite liked it's basic simplicity. There were four beers on handpump. Rather unusually they were all dark coloured beers. All were in good condition, but one, a porter, was just a little too bitter/hoppy/toasted for my personal taste. Jodie seemed fairly impressed with all four. The only downside is that beer prices in there are high compared to Wetherspoons pubs, but are probably fairly consistent with other London pubs (except in the city area where the prices can really make your eyes water !). While at the bar I asked if he had given any thought to having any live music in the pub. I think on a matter of personal taste he was ambivalent to the idea, but there was one over riding factor that means there won't be any live bands in there for some time to come. After the previous landlord allowed things to get so bad in, and around the pub (stabbings, muggings, etc !), the new landord's licence stipulates that if any live events take place in the pub he has to have two bouncers on the door . I am not sure if that is one bouncer on each of the two doors, or two on each doors, but at £30 an hour per bouncer, it is just not worth it. If things settles down, and the pub gets a good reputation then the licence can be re-negotiated, but I am not really expecting to see any bands playing in there. The temperature had continued to drop while we were in the pub, but the rain had stayed at just an everlasting light shower. When we left the pub I walked Jodie round to the nearest bus stop where I set her off on a magical mystery tour. She wanted to go to Bromley, and the 336 bus goes to Bromley. It's the same bus where I've endured the soul crushing boredom of being on the bus for 55 minutes as it takes the most elaborate zig zag route to The British Queen pub where Chain often play. Jodie would be missing out on the very worst bit of the route where it does a big loop that finishes a hundred or two yards from where it starts ! Nevertheless, Jodie would still being seeing parts of Catford, Bellingham, Southend, and Bromley that she would never had seen before ! The reason for that bus was it was the first of two buses that both go through Bromley from that bus stop, and that bus stop is considerably nearer than any stop where more direct buses stop. It also meant that I didn't have to make the walk back home any more than a few tens of yards more than the direct route. Within 5 minutes the bus arrived. Jodie went off on her mystery tour, and I walked home. From leaving the pub to getting home took approximately 15 minutes. There was a 5 minute walk to the bus stop, a 5 minute wait for the bus, and a 5 minute walk to home. In that time my fingers became numb from the cold and wet. I had some difficulty trying to unzip my hoodie when I got in. That was just a minor irritation. On the whole it was a very good way to spend Sunday afternoon. Three pints in the pub. Home to a big hot roast dinner, and then an hours kip on my bed afterwards. Luxury :-) I can't remember when it started, but I've got an annoying tickle in my throat. It could have started as early as Saturday morning - coincidently just after washing my hair - and initially it felt like I had a bit of loose hair at the back of my mouth. Occasionally it still feels like that, but a few times it has felt a bit prickly. I assume it is some nasty virus trying to burrow it's way into my body, and sometime soon I could be on my back gasping my last breath, but for now it just mainly tickles. Maybe occasional gargling with "Scottish mouth wash" is doing something usful instead of just being nice. Apart from that, and the cold weather, I feel pretty good this morning, or at least I can think of little to complain about. |
Saturday 3rd March 2012 |
19:03 GMT Yesterday definitely ended up feeling quite chilly. It wasn't all bad though. In Earlsfield, but possibly not many other places in London, the mist evaporated by mid morning leaving blue skies, and sunshine for several hours. By the time I came to leave work it was cloudy again, and I found the closer to the middle of London, and back in Catford, the air was still slightly misty. Today has been quite chilly, and during the morning there was a bit of light rain. The afternoon, by contrast, had several spells of bright sunshine. Right now it is 9.8° C - which is not quite as cold as I would have guessed. Tomorrow is supposed to be colder and a lot wetter than today. Last night I ordered a meal from the Turkish restuarant that I mentioned yesterday (http://www.turkish-kitchen.co.uk/). I wasn't sure what to expect apart from a feeling that I wasn't expecting the portions to be very big. So I ordered several things to give me an idea of what it was like. To my surprise the portions were a lot larger than I expected, and contained far more meat than, say, Chinese or Indian takeaways. I take back my observation that the portions looked expensive. Yes, each dish is more expensive than other takeaways, but you get so much more. I couldn't eat all I ordered - but I tried ! It was rather tasty - the lamb dish particularly so. This morning I visited the local laundrette. I was hoping that they did service washes, and I was going to drop off four duvet covers to be washed, but when I got there I found the place deserted, and everything automated. If I had brought some washing powder and fabric conditioner, and I had brought a pocketful of coins, and if I had the time, and if I had been feeling brave and bold, I could have probably used the place. Most of those reasons were reasons to high tail it out of the place, but the overriding factor was that I had to meet Aleemah, and didn't have time. Maybe tomorrow, or maybe some other time, I'll see if I can drag someone out to metaphorically hold my hand, or at least provide a bit of company, and actually use the place. Alternatively I can wait for the next tranch of filthy weather to pass so I can hand wash them, and leave them in the sun to drip and dry. While I was out with Aleemah I called into the 99p shop. While buying a few bits and pieces I chanced to look at their selection of DVDs. In amongst them I found a DVD about Cream - the late 1960s supergroup featuring Eric Clapton, Jack Bruce, and Ginger Baker. I assumed that for 99p it was probably crap, but it wasn't. I thought I'd give it a quick look after Aleemah went home, and ended up watching it end to end. I seem to be making a lot of wrong assumptions lately. |
Thursday 1st March 2012 |
08:02 GMT The sun came out intermittently yesterday afternoon, and the temperature climbed to a reasonable 14° C. Later the sky got cloudier, and like the night before, that kept some of the heat in. When I awoke this morning it was just over 10° C, and the clouds were just clearing. As I walked to the station there was enough pre-dawn light to see the colour of the grass, and by the time my train had reached the New Cross area is was more or less fully daylight outside. There has been some light mist that cut visibility down to a few miles, but the sun should burn that off quickly. It almost feels like the start of a summers day, but of course it isn't. We'll be lucky if the temperature gets to anything more than 15° C, but at least it should stay bright and dry all day. From tomorrow the weather is forecast to go down hill again. In The Metro this morning there was an article suggesting a return to wintry conditions next week. Even snow might be possible ! I continued to feel rotten until gone midday yesterday, and even then, after I had stopped rushing to the toilet, I had a dull ache in the stomach. By 3 O'clock I decided to brave a short walk to Poundstretcher to buy a new mat for my bedroom. It was nice to stretch my legs after laying down for a lot of the day. Coming back from Poundstretcher felt even better (as the homeward direction of travel usually does). Once I got back from Poundstretcher, and laid my new mat, I went back into lazy mode. Shortly after 7pm I was in bed reading, and as usual I read on past the time I thought I ought to try and get to sleep. When I did finally turn out the light I fell asleep quite quickly, and I slept well until I woke up at 4am. Sleeping so well could have been due to finally remembering to have a couple of large whiskies last night. Waking up at 4am was a disappointment, but maybe that was all the sleep I needed. I don't feel particularly tired this morning. There was a plan to go and have a few beers with Kevin last night, but he sent me a message saying that he wasn't feeling 100%, and suggesting that tonight might be a better idea. It is on two counts. I certainly feel much better today, and I hope Kevin does too. The other thing is that today sees the opening of The Catford Bridge Tavern. Back in the 1970s it was called The Railway Tavern, and it was the first pub I ever went in, and the first pub where I bought my own booze - sometime before my 16th birthday ! It was a pint of cider as far as I can recall. Sometime in the 1980s it changed into The Copperfield and slowly went down hill from there. Sometime in January it was closed down because of all the trouble there. It's new owners have almost restored the old name, and hope to restore it's reputation as a safe and decent pub to drink in. Rumour has it that the new guvnor is a real ale drinker, and hopefully tonight there will be some decent ales available. The great fear is that prices will be horrendous. That will be good to keep the riff raff out, but not so good for the rest of us. It was interesting to see The Raspberry Pi getting a mention on the main BBC TV news last night. It is a tiny, and very cheap computer for education and hobbyists. The idea is that it will be the ZX81/Spectrum for the new decade, and inspire another generation of computer programmers. Apparently interest has been so high that it has crashed the websites of RS and Farnell who are both distributors for it. The unit runs Linux on an ARM processor, and looks, in it's bare board form, very cute. I am very tempted to buy one myself, and see if I can learn to compile existing Linux source code to run on it, and maybe even revive my interest in programming. Sadly it doesn't run ZX Basic, the one programming language I could write hundreds of lines of code in, and I suspect the only real way of writing any real code for it is to have another go at getting my head around C. |