I watched more of the Mrs
Biggs mini-series over brekkie. Our heroes, if that is the right
word, were making a new life for themselves in Australia. And looking
out for the police at every turn. I don't know how true to life the
show is, and I don't know much about the real-life Ronnie Biggs. But
I can't help but wonder what I would have done in his place. One
night's work robbing a train to be financially set up for life. Would
I have turned it down? I don't know.
And then I checked out
social media. I say "social media" - I mean
Facebook. Twitter remains @a ld f ld #cbblrs. There was consternation
at the news that the BBC are thinking about axing one of their
longert running TV shows "The
Sky at Night". At the risk of again being branded a
heretic, is that such a bad thing? For me it was never a program
about the sky ay night; it was the Patrick Moore show. And in more
recent years it was sad to see the once great man becoming more and
more frail. Now he's gone maybe the show should be allowed to go too;
it's not the same without him.
I took "Furry
Face TM" for a walk round the park. He
liked it. Whilst out we tried more whistle training. When we are
doing whistle training for its own sake he does it perfectly. I let
him bimble off; I blow the whistle - he comes running. It worked
every time today. Probably because he never got into the sort of
pickle I needed to extract him from at a distance. When he is up to
no good I blow the whistle until I am blue in the face to no avail...
I then drove down to the
golf shop to get a birthday present. I went via a geocache that had
gone live a day or so again. Some caches are cleverly hidden so that
they blend into the surroundings. Some are cleverly hidden in the
surroundings. And some are just rammed under a hedge... But there
won't be many normal people to disturb that hide I suppose.
As I drove down the A2070
I was eventually overtaken by a lorry belonging to the famous lock
company Chubb. Before dangerously overtaking me on a corner, the fool
driving that van had been less than ten yards from my rear bumper for
several miles. It never fails to amaze me that people who have their
companies names and logos emblazoned all over their vehicles make no
effort not to drive like complete idiots. I certainly do not intend
to ever use the services of Chubb locks again.
Once home I watched more
of Mrs Biggs over lunch, and spent much of the afternoon working on
my latest project. I won't go into too many details about what I have
been up to. Suffice it to say that after a software failure I blagged
something that was originally written in either Polish or
Czecheslovakian and I've translated most of it. Not all, but enough
to be getting on with.
I have had one field test
of project #1 around Viccie park; so far so good.
Next door came home half
way through the afternoon and started clanging on their piano. They
must have been clanging on that piano on a daily basis for nearly ten
years. They still sound just as bad as the sad day when that piano
first arrived. I'd like to think that if I had made so little
progress after so much practice I would cut my losses and give up. As
they clanged their piano I did this week's on-line dinsaur lectures
and scored 100% in this week's test. I felt rather smug about that.
Baing Tuesday the clans
gathered; this time chez nous. It's always good to meet up and
bandy insults. And Merlin (or "Melon" as he is known)
is always entertaining...
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