Last night I went to bed
feeling vaguely annoyed. We had been promised (or threatened with)
the worst storm for twenty five years. It had been windy yesterday,
and there had been heavy rain during the evening. But I slept well;
normally heavy rain is noisy against the window. It wasn’t last
night.
Extreme weather is often
akin to bright comets; never lives up to expectations. It’s the
unexpected ones that take us by surprise. Last night’s storm was a
bit of a disappointment. We’ve had one fence post break and two
panels fall down. Or, to be more precise, next door have had one
fence post break and two panels fall down. It’s their fence. Mind
you the dustbin lid seems to have vanished. I wonder where that has
gone.
I took my dog round the
park immediately after brekkie so we could see the damage to the
surrounding area. There were a few branches blown off of trees in the
park, and a couple of footpaths were blocked as we walked around
Singleton Lake, but hardly the promised apocalypse. Whilst pootling
my phone rang. the most recent fruit of my loin had the cob. Having
travelled half way across the county to get to Big School she had a
message to say the University was closed as the lecturers couldn't
get there. And she'd hurt her neck too.
We came home and I popped
down road to the chemist to get some Vaseline for beer-related
purposes. Whilst in the area I had a look in the bakery. They did
french sticks and cake at three quarters of the price of the local
corner shop. It pays to shop around. I then voomed round with the
Hoover and put washing onto the washing line. Or half of the washing
line – the other half had come down with the fence overnight.
I was just about to make
a cuppa when the door bell rang. It was the plumber. he was early;
that suited me. The boiler needed its annual service. I have been
told that not having a boiler serviced is an economy I might easily
make. But I've seen what happens to unmaintained boilers. The chap
did his thing whilst "Furry Face TM"
woofed at him, and was soon on his way. I then made my cuppa and had
my cake whilst watching a
film I'd recorded the other day.
"F"
was... well, it was rubbish. Supposedly a horror film: it was about
an alcoholic teacher who found himself in a school after hours with
various pupils and teachers all of whom were being murdered by rather
elusive hoodie-wearing thugs. I think the film was supposed to be
allegorical. Though it could have been allegorical of absolutely
anything.
I then got busy with the
home brew. Last week I started some brown ale off for a Christmas
party. That is now in the barrel, and my own Christmas stout is in
the bucket hopefully fermenting. I then did this week's dino-course;
dinosaur evolution. I only got sixty per cent in the test. I should
have paid more attention. I would have played Candy Crush Saga, but
the computer wasn't having any of it, so instead I found some FTP
freeware that actually worked and backed up all of September's blog
rantings. I seem to have missed an anniversary; whilst my little dog
was busy being ill in early September I missed the seventh
anniversary of my first blog entry. It wasn't anything special (much
like the following two thousand five hundred and fifty-odd entries),
but I've blogged every day for the seven years since early September
2006.
I heard a commotion in
the back garden. "Next Door" have fixed the broken
fence. With new panels. I shall have to paint them. And there are
gaps at the bottom of the new fence panels. I shall have to get more
brindle chippings. I'll do that another time, eh?
I then had a look at a
project I staarted a while back but rather let slip. My
lego train set is almost complete. I've ordered the last few bits
I need to complete the track. Next I need to find sommewhere to set
it up permanently and to do some landscaping...
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