Monday, April 16, 2007
Global warming
Global warming continues in Epsom. To the extent that I find a bumble bee expired on the downstairs hall floor. Was the heat responsible for the odd pink extrusion at the side of the head? The thing seemed to be otherwise undamaged. Now on patio where we will find out how fussy the blue tits whom I think are nesting there are about insects. Do they only eat them when captured live? Without pink extrusions? I seem to remember that some animals in zoos insist on live food.
We will also see how the heat does for the new playing field at the school on the way to Cheam. It appeared to have been returfed - having been an expanse of yellow mud for some months - some time in March - since when it hasn't rained. Maybe its really astroturf - although I have only ever seem that used on enclosed playing areas.
Just past the school we had a couple of those community police people. The presence on the streets. Much derided, but maybe this is a way to get said presence at a good deal less than the cost of real police people and providing career opportunities for decent middle aged folk without too many other options. At least one would not get the abuse that traffic wardens - another home for the same consituency - get.
Perhaps I should have summoned them to deal with the youth crossing the road at the roundabout on the Ewell by-pass on the way to Nescot - the college further education place. The lead youth thought it very cool, having seen me a few yards away - to carry on crossing the road with his nose in a nosebag, right in front of me. At least his companions saw fit to pause, perhaps because they were unsure about my stopping distance, rather than because of manners.
Or to attend to the nifty Ford pouch which I found in the road, containing things like the drivers manual for a car and various other bits and peices. Why would an honest person throw such a thing away? I returned it to the Ford show room a bit further down the road who looked slightly bemused. Will it hit the bin or will they trace the owner of the vehicle to which it belongs?
Roast shoulder of lamb yesterday with rice and cabbage. Five pounds at 185C for 2 hours was slightly too long but not a bad peice of meat none the same. Suprisingly little fat for this particular cut: perhaps a quarter of a pint where we would normally get near a half. Maybe English is a bit older and so not as fatty as their frozen New Zealand cousins. For once preceeded by a chick pea starter of Mediterranean specification and followed by pudding of apples and blackberry - this being the last of last year's tray frozen crop from the allotment. Accompanied by Margaux - the bottle containing which was completely agnostic as to whether it was a Chardonnay or not.
My first Soduku for some weeks today. Perhaps a consequence of having got up rather earlier than usual. Rudimentary checks failed to find an error in the finished product - although I was lucky to have finished having hit a mistake around the half way mark. Unusually, I hit upon a correction which only involved switching two numbers.
We will also see how the heat does for the new playing field at the school on the way to Cheam. It appeared to have been returfed - having been an expanse of yellow mud for some months - some time in March - since when it hasn't rained. Maybe its really astroturf - although I have only ever seem that used on enclosed playing areas.
Just past the school we had a couple of those community police people. The presence on the streets. Much derided, but maybe this is a way to get said presence at a good deal less than the cost of real police people and providing career opportunities for decent middle aged folk without too many other options. At least one would not get the abuse that traffic wardens - another home for the same consituency - get.
Perhaps I should have summoned them to deal with the youth crossing the road at the roundabout on the Ewell by-pass on the way to Nescot - the college further education place. The lead youth thought it very cool, having seen me a few yards away - to carry on crossing the road with his nose in a nosebag, right in front of me. At least his companions saw fit to pause, perhaps because they were unsure about my stopping distance, rather than because of manners.
Or to attend to the nifty Ford pouch which I found in the road, containing things like the drivers manual for a car and various other bits and peices. Why would an honest person throw such a thing away? I returned it to the Ford show room a bit further down the road who looked slightly bemused. Will it hit the bin or will they trace the owner of the vehicle to which it belongs?
Roast shoulder of lamb yesterday with rice and cabbage. Five pounds at 185C for 2 hours was slightly too long but not a bad peice of meat none the same. Suprisingly little fat for this particular cut: perhaps a quarter of a pint where we would normally get near a half. Maybe English is a bit older and so not as fatty as their frozen New Zealand cousins. For once preceeded by a chick pea starter of Mediterranean specification and followed by pudding of apples and blackberry - this being the last of last year's tray frozen crop from the allotment. Accompanied by Margaux - the bottle containing which was completely agnostic as to whether it was a Chardonnay or not.
My first Soduku for some weeks today. Perhaps a consequence of having got up rather earlier than usual. Rudimentary checks failed to find an error in the finished product - although I was lucky to have finished having hit a mistake around the half way mark. Unusually, I hit upon a correction which only involved switching two numbers.
# posted by Jim @ 3:31 AM 
