I
went for a tiddle at 5am this morning and looked out of the window on
my way. I always do whenever I get out of my pit – I don’t know
what I expect to see in the universe outside my window but I always
have a look-see. Overnight we’d had snow. Not much. A mere
sprinkling, but snow nonetheless. Bearing in mind that my American
readers will fall about laughing at what we call snow, I lay worrying
about getting to Canterbury and back again with one millimetre of
snow on the ground. England stops when the word “snow”
is even mentioned.
Being
on a late start meant I had the chance to stay in pit longer that I
might usually do, and I took that chance. I actually dozed through
till when "er
indoors TM"
left at 8.30am. I got up, abluted, brekkied and toyed with the idea
of downloading some more ebooks, but decided against it. After all
between Sunday night and yesterday evening I’ve got myself 113
books that I’ve wanted for some time. I’ve found a site that
requires no log-in, no registering, just type in the book you want
and down it comes to your PC. I’ve been busy (!)
I
suppose it could be seen as taking money out of the pockets of
authors. Or could it? The books I’m seeking are all over ten years
old: many much older than that. And of these 113 books I’ve got,
over 100 of them are books I already have in paper format. I’ve
paid for them once already. I’m taking the line that what I have
downloaded is a backup (of
sorts). I’m
sure that there are those who would disagree with my reasoning on
this…
So
instead of downloading I spent a happy half hour playing “Words
with Friends”
– Facebook’s version of Scrabble. I started playing this game a
couple of weeks ago, and have got quite hooked on it. I’ve been
pretty much non-stop scrabbling these last few days, and currently
have ten different games on the go. It has the advantage over
conventional scrabble that you play when you have chance. So if you
and your opponent are both otherwise free, a game can be played out
in half an hour. If you have other things to be doing in the
meantime, a game can be strung out over a week.
I
then had a look on myfitesspal.com. Since I started logging my food
and exercise I’ve been joined by a dozen or so on-line
myfitnesspal.com friends. Of that dozen, a quarter of them would seem
to have given up. Which is a shame. And of the rest, not many have
set their account so I can see what they have been eating. Which is a
shame because, being nosy I’d like to see what they’ve been
scoffing. And (more importantly)
because they might be scoffing something that I’d like to scoff
too.
I scraped the remnants of
snow off of my car and set off to work; did my bit and came home
again. Home via Chris's house, where we had the traditional Tuesday
gathering. We watched the last episode of the first season of "Being
Human" - an excellent show. And then i picked up some
brewing bits and bobs that Chris was otherwise going to bin. I might
just be producing a bottle conditioned beer over the next few
weeks...
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