Accelerated Time

Or, Blimey, Where Did The Evening Go?
     There's a similar phenomenon at work, where Conrad boldly walks in, sits down to get started and Zzzzip!  Eight hours have gone by.
     Tonight I got home, got changed out of my sodden clothes (I swam to the car park), washed up a load of dishes, made Cream of Chicken and Vegetable Soup, checked out a recipe, got lunch for tomorrow ready, made some sweet potato fritters, insulted some folk on Facebook and Zzzzip! it's nine-thirty.
     Ah, come to think about it, I did have a pot of tea.  That explains it*!

Conrad, with his tea of pot.  Sorry!  Pot of tea.

A Moment Of Truth
     Today my darling daughter was present in the Qubo, riffling through a stack of Cd's I'd remembered to take with me.  She picked out "Led Zeppelin IV" and asked "Is this really old?"
     "Yes it is," I replied, before realising it was over forty years old.  Forty two, in fact, in about a month's time.  Really old.
     Still, you can't be a prisoner of the past, so I listened to Leftfield on the walk in to the office.












"Peripatetic"
     The word for today.  No, it is not a variety of tropical chilli pepper capable of burning holes in steel plate.  No, it is not an hideous disease of the stomach that causes it to shrivel to the size and texture of a walnut.  Nor is it patois for an item or entity of appalling shallowness.
     It actually means someone mobile who moves from one location to another with frequency.  Bit mundane, really.

That was rather dull, so here's a picture of the Moon being atom-bombed:

Ha!  Take that, Moon!

And finally, in place of tanks, here's something in a tank.  Shark with laser beam alert!

What, you want more?  Okay!

 

 The last one specially for Anna!  Nobody's going to mess with that pooch ...