I'm on a week's holiday
starting today, so with no need to be up early I stayed in my pit
till 9.30am. Which was nice. After a spot of brekkie I had a look at
the pond. For once all seemed well. I thought about cleaning out the
filter in readiness for the spring, but thought better of the idea.
Instead I put the shovel and broom and my wellies away: I'd got them
out for the snow a couple of weeks ago.
I spent a little while
tidying up my back room; it had got somewhat out of hand over the
winter. It's amazing how the rubbish accumulates; I found a dozen
star atlases from last year's Stargazing Live. I'm loathe to throw
them away, but what good are they now? I shall see if I can unload
them onto the public at this week's astro club - if I can't, I wonder
if we can use them for some of the club's outreach activities. And
talking of the astro club I had another go at the club's accounts.
Regular readers may recall that a few weeks ago I did the accounts
and was three pence adrift. The trouble with the accounts as they
were was that I had major equipment purchases down as "purchase
of equipment". I wasn't happy with that, so I went through
the accounts and re-wrote the lot to specifically itemise each
purchase. Now the accounts are far more specific as to exactly what
we've bought, but are now twenty six pence adrift. Oh well, such is
life. I'll have another look at the accounts later this week.
Whilst I'd been busying,
"My Boy TM" had been busy
tattooing his mother. "er indoors TM"
now sports a particularly fetching pocket dragon tattoo. Once we'd
had a spot of dinner, "My Boy TM"
went to work, and "er indoors TM"
and I went for a walk. We drove down to Brockhill Park (which is
somewhere I've not been for ten years) for a wander. It was cold,
but quite pretty. We spent a pleasant five minutes admiring the
river. And an annoying five minutes examining my shoe. I kept getting
whiiffs of dog poo, but couldn't see any on my shoe. Eventually I
realised that I was standing two feet from the dog poo bin. I won''t
do that again.
Home again where I
worried over my Powerpoint presentation some more, and after a spot
of tea we popped round to see Steve and Sarah. Regular readers may
recall hat their cat was run over a couple of weeks ago. Arnie was
very lucky to have survived, and was in what I can only describe as
"Cat Prison"; he needs to be in cat prison - if he
jumps or puts any effort on his pinned broken leg he will do untold
damage to it. So we spent a few minutes feeding him cat treats. And
after a quick cuppa we said our goodbyes, and came away having
borrowed a suit for tomorrow's interview. It's quite a novelty having
trousers that aren't six inches too big round the waist.
Here's hoping the suit
does the trick tomorrow.....
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