Hi, thank you for dropping by.
We are currently away, enduring the hardship of 41c in the sub-Sahara.
We are putting on brave faces against the unrelenting bar service, awesome food, and top flight customer care.
Enduring this for a week is going to be tough, but we’re determined to give this our very best shot.
Back to the UK next weekend.
Meanwhile, we’ll do our best to cope with everything this place has to offer.
In a stunning return to the form of October last year, my back decided to mess me about.
The fact that this coincided with me going out and buying a soopah-doopah hybrid (road- and mountain-) bike is, I’m sure, entirely erm coincidental.
Especially as I haven’t even got the SDHB home yet; it’s still nestling at the store.
And on that basis I can’t even blame taking up cycling as the cause of the aforementioned back issue.
The weather has been a bit pants, hasn’t it?
And for that reason none of the motorbikes have been out of the garage for months.
But, like all good people of a technical inclination, I have got a small geekage project running on the side.
I’ve been playing with the project of geek, but only now and then, and usually for just 15 minutes a session; it has a very steep learning curve and I’m on the edge of my technical comfort zone.
However, it’s safe to say that I’m attempting to get to grips with something that makes working with SharePoint and/or OneDrive look (and feel) like child’s play.
I noticed that some digital vandal has defaced Boris’ Wikipedia page.
I only attach a screenshot of the offending piece as a matter of record, and to help Inspector Knacker of The Yard in the pursuit of his enquiries.
There are few (and getting fewer) simple pleasures in life these days.
This clipping, from an Isle of Man newspaper, featuring a letter from a regular I’m Sorry I Haven’t A Clue contributor made my sleep-interupted night a happier place.
So I thought I’d share the ISIHAC love.
Backs are amazing when you think about them.
Firm and inflexible, yet pliable and bendy.
Strong and supportive, yet yielding.
Connected to almost every part of the body, and if you add in the spinal cord and central nervous system components, your back is the hub of everything that you do.
I’ve been awake for two hours.
Awake because of back pain.
I have done ‘something’ to my back. No idea what.
It just isn’t working like it should.
I’m not whingeing.
I have a golden opportunity to catch up with my latest rewatching of The West Wing.
And I can tuck in to some serious reading.
So what’s not to like?
Getting in to the bathroom, for a start.
It’ll pass soon. The back thing, not the wanting to go to the toilet thing.
And look at the exercise my bladder is getting.
That’s got to be positive too, yes?
Man, it’s been a hectic week.
But it seems to have been a hectic week every week, for the last few months.
At work, we talk about how much we are doing, and tight timescales, and yet we talk about our appetite to do so much more.
If only we could expand time, space, and our capacity to enable us to deliver more in.
Don’t get me wrong.
I love that there is so much to do.
But today, in contrast with the pace of my professional life, I am doing pretty much of nothing.
Oh, I’ve been out, given Sam a lift in to West Bridgford.
Picked up a prescription from the chemist in the next village.
I even went back to West Bridgford to pick Sam up.
But that’s the most productive I’ve been all day.
And now it’s 18.45, and we’re in bed.
About to watch a film.
And I feel not at all guilty about such a self indulgent day.
Right now Sam is 37,000 feet over Iran.
And I’m in bed, half watching an episode of The Man In The High Castle.
There’s just me in the house.
Well, me and two cats and two cattens (as the two Tweeny felines have been categorised).
But not one of the felines has deigned to join me.
Oh sure, they were all over me a few hours ago when it was feeding time.
But since then?
They have been asleep in front of the log fire.
They have hooned about the house, acting out a series of Tom and Jerry cartoons.
They have bothered the heck out of me, and tried to steal my tea (yeah, as if, kitties, as if).
But have they come up to bed with me?
Have they allowed themselves to make the too big and too empty bed feel more comfortable?
Have they hell.
When I come back in my next life, I’m going to be a dog.
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It doesn’t matter how good the bike is (in the case of the ZX10R, it is totes excellent), bad things can still happen.
With just 1,100 miles on the clock (and on the rubber), this occurred:
Screw in a new tyre
Well that’s £164 for a new rear Pilot 4.
The cover to my Samsung A3 phone has a magnetic fastener.
Had a magnetic fastener.
Today it stopped working.
It has lost it’s magnetism.
Or it’s magnetic properties.
Or perhaps just lost its charm.
I wonder why?