Damn: the MOT needs booking before the car Tax. 

Preparing for Christmas, but my fizzy legs want to go cycling.
Remarkable: I found a Filofax diary from 20 years ago. Cuckoldry occurred then too, and in the same seasons. The web was waiting to be invented then so, I put lots of detail in ink instead of here on the ether. I was sensitised to rejection that year too, much is encoded in symbols. Even so, there are some that need to be lost to history. Those pages are more easily wiped than musings here in the interweb I’ll wager.
I will make a fire.
Kitchen stereo: Highest priority now is music in the kitchen, I hate cooking in silence. the original  iPod Bose dock thing is said to be unable to charge the newest iPods. Not clear whether this applies to my Classic. I have a better idea anyway: buy a pair of speakers & amp from Richer Sounds and plug in a charging base-dock thing- total cost is about the same but the spare FM tuner can be wired in too. The sound should be considerably better than any SoundDock.
Decided.

I need to launch some fireworks, but not to celebrate new year- I have other things in mind. Not yet had time to paint since we broke up for the holiday. Rats.

…The Poodles are well.

The flat-pack contained no screws.

I’m tired after a very long term, longer than the days it contained.

And now everybody has gone.

End of term means looking forward to waking up in bed instead of waking up half-way through first lesson. Better not say that in front of the boss.
Carrying king-sized mattress out of the car to the house was fun in the wind today. The best technique was like a hermit-crab, or something. Bend the thing partly in half, then carry it on my back while I was too bent over. It worked. Tomorrow I can assemble.

Group walk up the chase, Rosie gets accessorised.

Throwing ice sheets across this frozen pond is strangely satisfying. It must be the same satisfaction that vandals get, (the vandals who wreck things, not the ones who ran around Germany a few centuries ago). Further- if you make a small hole in the ice, then splash around in the shallows, the water gushes up through the hole like a miniature geyser. Well, in a is-that-it kind of way. You had to be there.

  http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=174652&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1the kind of mood I am in today. It is certainly not my video, but rules are to be broken.

Still firing off fireworks outside.

Fixing a puncture in the drizzle today, a funny time to get a phone call & a text.Out in the country, near a river confluence, drizzley mist wafting between trees wrapped in moss and dead vines. Water drops grew on the trees before dropping on me, the bike and the phone wrapped in a plastic bag. The caller heard me clearly never-the-less. The puncture, though filthy, fixed well enough. I returned then.

Typical….tchoh! Grey everywhere, apart from some golden leaves left on trees. There are puddles reflecting the grey skies, with expanding rings appearing at random in the surface. No doubt watched from below by Rhombic Bdelloids when they haven’t got anything else to do.
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Oh, Aaand I found Nero.