As well as being my
birthday, yesterday was another anniversary. It was my thousandth
blog entry here on Blogger, and my two thousandth blog entry (in
total). I've been making daily diary entries since September
2006. that's five and a half years. Not bad going really.
After a rather restless
night I made a point of being up and about for the arrival of
"Daddies Little Angel TM" and Sid.
Whilst "Daddies Little Angel TM"
worked on her latest essay I did some paintings. I had a couple of
commissions to sort out, and I also wanted to try out the smaller
sized canvas I bought last week at Dunelm Mill. I'm quite pleased
with how the paintings turned out. As always photos are available on
Facebook if you know where
to look. Before I do any more painting I need to get some white
spirit. I have been using "Artist's white spirit"
from the art shop. From now on I think I shall get white spirit from
B&Q at a fraction of the price for ten times the amount.
As essay writing and
grand-dog farting continued in the background I mucked out the fish
tank. Under-gravel filters are all very well, but even they need
attention from time to time. After stirring the gunge, syphoning,
leaving to settle and again syphoning gunge a dozen (or so)
times I eventually got the tank a little cleaner that it was.
And then no day off work
is complete without a spot of ironing. An hour's worth kept me out of
mischief. The Rear Admiral visited, we had a cuppa, and as the
Folkestonians disappeared into the sunset I dozed in front of the
telly. In fact I kipped for over an hour until "er indoors
TM" texted me to start boiling up some
scran for tea. And then I wasted the evening watching rubbish in UK
Gold. Talking of watching rubbish, yesterday I mentioned that we'd
watched "Grimm". We made a point of watching it so's
when everyone else was talking about what had happened we wouldn't
have to stick our fingers in our ears. But for once no one else has
watched it yet: everyone has it on the Sky box to watch later.
This really is a sign of
our times: people rarely watch TV as it happens. Most people watch
stuff from a Sky box so they don't get bothered by adverts. And so no
one ever watches programs at the same time. Which means there's a
whole etiquette about talking about what you saw on the telly last
night. Or that is there should be. How long can you give someone to
watch a TV show before it's acceptable to start talking about what
you've watched without spoiling the plot for others?
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