I had failed miserably to be able to join, on Zoom, the nationwide Tear Fund Quiz, which Roger had organised for Buxton. This was despite his assisting me reviving my long since dormant laptop computer which although perhaps five years old (if not more) still retains its “fresh out-of-the-box” feel. So far, it is not possible to access recent e-mails. And, my blogs are coming up unillustrated. All that was Saturday evening, Day 234.
On Sunday, I awoke at 08.08hrs. Was this providential? I was just in time to tune into Morning Worship on Radio 4 and was only “just awake”, but do recall that it was a thought provoking edition, and probably worth listening to again on my BBC “catch-up” app.
I remember little of the rest of Sunday except that I was somewhat “heavy-eyed” from going to bed late the previous night and not sleeping particularly well.
From Monday, things did improve, particularly after a much better rest. I recreated the spaghetti bolognese of the previous Friday, but was uncomfortable with end result, wondering if the mince meat had been in my freezer too long. It didn’t quite taste right. Having partaken of a full portion, I spent the rest evening awaiting the severe abdominal pains which I had experienced decades ago after a take-away lasagne! I went to bed, and awoke the following morning after, thankfully, an undisturbed night. By now it was Tuesday (yesterday). The skies were grey and the ever-present wind howled, leaving me pondering the wisdom of installing a wind turbine, if a practical domestic version does indeed exist.
Netflix had released series 4 of “The Crown”, the first three series of which I thoroughly enjoyed. But, I have made the mistake of reading numerous rather critical reviews, one of which suggests convincingly that little of it is accurate, and that much of the history that it covers has been re-written. I don’t recall such opinion of the first three series. But I still can’t get over being able to command my remote control, even instructing it to turn the set off!
It might have been miserable outside, but the howling wind was, at least, mild and walking to post a letter wasn’t unpleasant. I took a photograph of St. James’s Harpur Hill on the way to the post-box. (above)
More political turbulence is imminent as the transition for leaving the E.E.C. (which I thought we had already left) races (as time does) ever nearer. I am becoming fed-up with all these occasions of suspense the U.K. population are enduring right now. We have had all this since 2016. Actually, before then…remember the Millennium Bug? My hair wasn’t totally grey then and was in grey-ter abundance!
Many thanks for reading, and best wishes from David, 10.58rs 18th November.
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