Thoughts and ramblings of an ex-Londoner in Cambridge.
Today was signing on day, and an early start, which would have been fine except that I couldn’t settle last night and hence had next to no good sleep. As a result, it was only by the power of Lavazza that I was even capable of getting out of the house. (more…)
It’s very windy outside today, at least from all the way up here it is, which has probably something to do with the Olympics and Mr Putin’s status as an impromptu gay icon. At least, that’s what I get from the still-running-after-a-month #ukipweather hash tag on twitter. But I digress, it’s windy and the wind is loud up here on the 19th floor, and the rain is ratting against the windows. I had coffee but it’s gone.
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It was indeed, a long weekend these past few days, not that that is a bad thing you understand, even though it wasn’t long by choice. The weather had a lot to do with it, although from my perspective it had no right to. More of that later though since it started on … well Friday as it happens. Imagine a wavy cut-scene… (more…)
I think that Louise is better today. That is, she got up and went to work, and her voice sounded better. Of course, we did target most of the weekend’s efforts toward that end, giving up Ingress and social activity in favour of health. (more…)
Thursday night was an oddity. Louise was tired and wanted to relax, and so instead of eating out as we usually do, we got some ready meals and wine from the supermarket and ate at hers while watching The Colour of Magic. It was nice, but a little weird. (more…)