December 11, 2007

• Heating Woe

  Got home two hours after the heating had ostensibly turned itself on last night.  And, oh my, it hadn’t. The flat was cold.  The plumber is coming again tomorrow.  At the very least, two radiators require bleeding (and I am far to scared to do this, after hearing a horror story involving someone’s Mad Polish Wife and valves going ping, and oodles of boiling water gushing out and no-one being able to make like Hans Brinkler owing to the hotness of it all). 

  I rebooted the boiler, and all was more-or-less hunkydory.  And then I discovered that what used to be TFN on the telly is now some sort of Virgin Freeview channel, and happily settled down to an hour or so of Star Trek.  Alas, I think I’ve grown out of Star Trek.  It was all a bit simplistic, compared with ‘A Beautiful Mind’, which is what I was watching on Sunday night.  I was somewhat unengaged, but I did finish wrapping everything that I have to wrap and I also revisited my crush on Alexander Siddig. Which was rather pleasant, and made me feel ten years younger: I am less than keen on his current scrubby beard.  But, Deep Space Nine is pleasant enough escapism.  If silly.  Will be going on a second-hand-video hunt.

  The evening ended with ‘Live at the Apollo’, during which I developed a crush on Patrick Kielty (sorry, sorry), and knat most of the back of the Robot.  I’m considering using the leftovers for some sort of knitted bug for a colleague.  There will be plenty of leftovers, but said colleague leaves for South Africa very soon… on the other hand, said colleague can have said bug after Christmas, I’m sure.  It would help if I could find the blue worsted weight Lamb’s Pride yarn.

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  Squee.  Have managed to join the Carlton Club.  Squee.  Rather makes up for not being able to persuade the library to take a perfectly new copy of ‘A Hat Full of Sky’ instead of charging me for the lost copy.

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