Sun so hot I’ve had the windows open. Then snow. Then hail. Then sun. Then snow. Now wind that sounds like it’s going to tear the roof off the house. We’ve had every weather you could imagine today. Apart from thunder.
I’ve kept myself wrapped up warm inside, slowly trudging through that enormous crate of photos, scanning them into the archive. The total now stands at 10,121 photos taking up 16.8GB of disk space.
16.8GB sounds rather pathetic for so many pictures.
So. Hmmm… A while since I’ve written anything. Thursday was spent working at home, as I said. Much as I enjoy that, it was good to be back in the office with everyone else on Friday morning, especially as it made it feel like such a short week. Out with Will and Co Friday night to discuss ‘things’, starting in the Royal George, which I’d always avoided with a quicker-than-strickly-necessary stride. Turns out it’s actually very nice. From the outside it looks like a traditional punch-up pub, but through the doors there all sorts of low-level seating to fall-over, and ‘character’ literally dripping off the walls.
Vinnie just happened to be standing by the door as I went in. Purely by chance – she wasn’t part of our group – but it was nice to know someone there in spite of being first.
It wasn’t a good place to talk ‘things’, though, so we decamped to the Hamburger Union, navigated their needlessly convoluted ordering routine and ate sausage burgers that we all agreed tasted suspiciously too good to be real vegetarian sausage.
Perhaps it was made of vegetarians, rather than for them.
Which brings us to yesterday afternoon. Mark T’s annual tossing ceremony. The pancake party.
As usual, much mess was made. Fortunately, this year, he’d had the forethought to put down some old bedding before we arrived, so the splats of hot flying batter had somewhere to land. Was very disappointed that Mark P’s legendary Mask-of-Scream pancake design didn’t put in a repeat appearance, or indeed that he didn’t retain the record of getting more tossed pancakes on the floor than back in the pan.
But then he did come second – after an eight year old who had never thrown a pancake before in his life.
All in all, I think we did rather well considering we were making them in a wok on a tiny two-ring cooker.
As might be expected, Mark T already had seven of this year’s Eurovision entries. Not spotted a winner yet, but I feel fairly safe predicting humiliating defeat for Poland this time around.
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