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Tinned bombay potato tastes just the same as tinned vegetable balti. Is someone trying to pull a fast one? I think we should be told.

For some reason, though, I was craving it all through my swim. I seem to have regained my ability to paddle back and forth in straight lines - which had abandoned me yesterday - although with the pool being so full of women walking from left to right across the lanes in a desperate attempt to keep their hair dry it was a distinct disadvantage.

I’m at a disadvantage on the email front, too, as I’m still tweaking my Red Hat install so I’m a bit email-free at home at the moment. Should be sorted by tomorrow evening (fingers crossed) but in the meantime I’m feeling strangely cut off from the outside world.

So here I sit, browsing stuff while big installation files slowly download. How anyone managed to do this before the birth of broadband I have no idea. It must have taken days. Oh, hang on - it still does.

Hmmm…

Trains are still unhappy. I had assumed they’d switched off the Chelmsford indicator screens yesterday morning when everything that relied on the rails went kaput, but they’re still blank today so I’m guessing they’re broken again.

How can the country that invented the train get it so very wrong all the time? The simple answer, of course, would be to turn our railways over to the French for a few years, let them sort them out and then buy them back. Sure it would cost a lot, but at least they’d work. I’d more than happily pay.

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