Singing in the rain

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Last evening, it was the stage show.

Sal took me to see it at the Theatre Royal, excellent!

Also very cheap with her staff discount, excellent!

Home again, home again, jigetty jig.

Old English nursery rhyme.

We went on a holiday to Kent. I like Kent, it's where my dear wife was born and is called "The garden of England". The bit we went to was not, it was more "The armpit of England". I am biased, of course, the holiday was bad for many more reasons than just the venue. The place we went to was, and still is, between New Romney and Dungeness. It's an old Butlins camp now turned over to caravans and a few chalets. The caravan was old and showed it's age with several non matching door handles on the cupboards. The TV set worked fine until anyone moved near it or the aerial except when on BBC1 when it didn't work at all.

The Romney, Hythe and Dymchurch Railway runs through the site so we tried that. It's very well run and a very professional set up but it's also like travelling in a topless tunnel for most of the journey. It's difficult to be dismissive about that feature due to the nature of the railway itself. The company is, after all, a private one and runs for profit not tourists (in general anyway). The problem is mainly due to the fact that the railway was there first and the houses and gardens that flank the track obviously don't want to have hordes of nosy passengers looking into their property each time a noisy and smoke producing train goes past.

On the way up, we dropped janis off to VWPaul for her furniture to be installed. Paul was not well and we left her with him with the hope that he would recover soon. We are due to collect her on Thursday evening.

OK Fred

Song title

My friend Fred came around yesterday and joined me in the attic. He agrees, it's a very relaxing room. The only major issue at present is the heat up there. Until the planning permission issue is sorted, I won't feel much like installing the new Sky dish and until that is in, I can't block access to the roof for the puss cats. As a result, the door to the terrace can't be left open to cool the room. The windows are permanently open to the last safe notch but that only gives a very small exit for warm air. What we need is a great blast of cold air through the door.

Safety in numbers

Yesterday, I decided to make use of the new attic room and went up at about 9.00pm. The room is very welcoming and I played the BBC2 recording of Tubular Bells and read a couple of chapters of a book about Fred Dibnah. Then, when the music stopped, I had a bash at the workstation and tried several times to get it up and running again.

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Then I decided to listen to a Kenny Everett show recorded from BBC Radio 7 and I read a couple more chapters of the book about Fred. Then I went back to the workstation and played around a bit more and............. Lo, there was a breakthrough. I have managed to get the box to boot consistently into safe mode. This is, indeed, a bonus and it points me in the direction of my original suspicions. The whole thing fell over when there was a major update. The system was set to update everything, not just Microsoft files. I suspect it picked up a new NVidia driver which disagrees with my setup. When I re-installed the new drive, I also took the latest NVidia driver from the web site. I will try a new install with the original driver and see what happens. If that works, then I will be able to move forward again.

The lost weekend

Ray Milland film.

Well, the smack in the mouth really laid me out. On Thursday evening, Hazel asked me if I was all right and I just sat there and couldn't answer her or move or anything. Fortunately, she worked out what was going on and left me to it for a few minutes by which time I was able to speak again. I have had a terrible, long weekend and only now do I feel even a little bit better.

No work done on janis of course and very little work done elsewhere. Ian and I did, however, manage to carry the desk up to the attic with some help from Sal so that was a bonus.

A smack in the mouth often offends..............

Especially when you do it to yourself.

It wasn't toothache, it's the aftermath of me banging my face with the car door on Tuesday when leaving work. I didn't remember doing it until yesterday whilst talking to Fred and it suddenly all came back to me. This morning, I am in a lot of pain and there is no question as to whether it's a toothache or not. NOT! My cheek is swollen and I have the beginnings of a nasty bruise appearing. The worrying thought, however, is how I managed to forget something as painful as that bang with the door in such a short space of time............... A senior moment and then some!

Things are swinging.......

Peggy Lee

I will explain that later.

I am over the moon that my assessment of the problem with the satnav audio was so accurate. Not only because it is now working well but also because, if I had been wrong, I would have wasted £18.00. My only concern left is that it shouldn't pick up any interference from the engine.

I woke this morning with a minor toothache. This would not normally be a problem as I have a checkup due in a couple of weeks time anyway. However, I am away for a week in about ten days time and then abroad for two weeks a week after that. We shall see.

I watched the final episode of "First of the summer wine" yesterday. What a great program. Only two series of six and the pilot but very well written, acted and produced. I just wish there could have been more although I can see why they ended when they did.

The explanation.

A song title and also the title of a classic Peggy Lee album.