A bit miz out there this morning. Twas drizzly when I rose early to make the tea, an overnight continuation from yesterday evening I daresay. The kitchen is brightly lit. Ya need a brightly lit kitchen in the morning. We do have mood lighting options for other times, meals. And music.
Mornings have changed beyond recognition of late. There was a time when I would need to be out of the house early. To catch an early train or drive somewhere for a meeting, or just to get to my desk to prepare for the day.
Nowadays I rarely accept meeting invitations that require an early start although I do sometimes find myself on the 07.30 to London. The first direct train. The 07.30 gets me in before 09.30 which often leaves me with a chunk of time to kill. The next direct train typically gets in too late. Don’t really go that often anyway. I’ll stay down if I have an earlyish start in London.
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Brightening up as we ease into the morning. Have taken a pot of char to the shed and actually have some work to do today. Woot?! I know, I know. I like to keep my hand in. Have switched the shed heating on.
Was a good weekend, with our Joe and Lucy up for the Activators gig at the Drill. I cooked a chichen with all the trimmings yesterday and we had a fire on the go. The changing of the seasons.
I continue to tune out the news although we did watch Have I got News For You on iPlayer which is really nothing to do with the news. My news rule does constrain my sources of online entertainment. I am left with sport and the Culture and Lifestyle sections of the Guardian.
Trouble is those last two don’t really do it anymore for me either. For example: “Warming reds – how to wear burgundy” and “50 autumn wardrobe updates under £100 (some are even free)”. I didn’t click on either but I’d like to bet that none of the suggestions include freebie tshirts picked up at technical conferences.
Did glance through “Hot Dogs by Three Darlings, London: ‘Things that no one needs’ – restaurant review by Jay Rayner”. Turned out to be about a restaurant inside Harrods serving hot dogs for £22. Didn’t even register whether you got fries at that price. Doubt it. Figured it was not my kind of thang either. I quite like Jay Rayner.
Basically hardly anything I see or read online is for me. I have to rely on diy or doing it myself (dim).
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Had a haircut at Antonio’s on Wragby Road. Twelve quid. I was desperate. In and out in five minutes with nary a word said. Antonio seemed to be in a melancholic mood. I wanted to get it cut plenty of time in advance of trefbash as I usually have a haircut that day and this time have booked somewhere around the corner from the hotel in Soho.