Feb 03, 2013 17:20
Sunday lunchtime - realise that I can't quite read the Obs colour section because of approaching kalideoscope greenhouse. Swear lots, because no more imigran, and jam fingers firmly into right-hand side of neck per instructions from Brian the Massage.
Since reading's going to be off-limits for the next day, haul gramophone from shelf, dig out Dual service manual, find replacement belt in Germany and order same.
Reading still off-limits. Remember that there's a bag of Sevilles in the larder since there was a box at the farm-shop looking somewhat unloved. Hack, simmer, sugar, boil, napalm, bang into jars. Sorted. This lot's got less sugar in, which may or may not be a good idea, but it seems that there's more depth to the taste.
Realise it's five hours later and my head still doesn't hurt. I think we'll call that a result. (Also new spectacles, as expected, at ££. They will arrive next week.)
jammy smears,
migraine,
wrong speed