Hot electric premiere.

So yesterday as usual I sloped off early from work for games night. A good thing, too – the heat would have been unbearable on the tube if it was packed. I have yet to decide how best to approach the same journey tonight, I guess it will be back to the post 6pm train in the hope of missing the crowds. I can’t keep disappearing home from work early (though I’d like to).

Getting home was fine. Getting in to find that the power was off was a bit more disappointing. I fancied a cup of coffee, but frankly I was damned if I was going to stand by the stove and boil water in a pan. So I did the only sensible thing left to me. I went upstairs, got changed into a tee-shirt and shorts and flaked out on the bed. When I awoke some 2 hours later, the power was back, colonel_maxim having arrived back at the Athenaeum Club during my kip with the recharged prepay for the meter (I wish we had a proper electricity meter). This is good if for no other reason than I really need the electric fan to give me the illusion that I am being kept cool at night. I guess I should eventually doze of anyway, given that I managed it when I got home, but…

I remain perplexed by simple laws of physics.

Today the Earth reaches the aphelion of its orbit around the sun. It is over three million miles further out than it is in January when we are closest. Why then, the extra distance can’t make up for the fact that that we (in the northern hemisphere) are tilted toward the sun is beyond me. In winter, when we are tilted away, you might be excused for thinking that despite having the sun’s rays hit is at an angle, being more than 3 million miles closer might compensate. It doesn’t, or at least not enough to notice.

I shall just have to hope that the Met Office is correct and that we shall get thunderstorms from tomorrow.

On a final note, I see that Keira Knightley attended the London premier of Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest yesterday and nearly forgot to wear a dress. As my mother would say, it was a daring little thing that she just threw on and nearly missed. It was quite fetching in a “this will be exciting if the wind blows” sort of way.

She could probably do with a good meal with lots of suet in it.

Hot electric premiere.

So yesterday as usual I sloped off early from work for games night. A good thing, too – the heat would have been unbearable on the tube if it was packed. I have yet to decide how best to approach the same journey tonight, I guess it will be back to the post 6pm train in the hope of missing the crowds. I can’t keep disappearing home from work early (though I’d like to).

Getting home was fine. Getting in to find that the power was off was a bit more disappointing. I fancied a cup of coffee, but frankly I was damned if I was going to stand by the stove and boil water in a pan. So I did the only sensible thing left to me. I went upstairs, got changed into a tee-shirt and shorts and flaked out on the bed. When I awoke some 2 hours later, the power was back, colonel_maxim having arrived back at the Athenaeum Club during my kip with the recharged prepay for the meter (I wish we had a proper electricity meter). This is good if for no other reason than I really need the electric fan to give me the illusion that I am being kept cool at night. I guess I should eventually doze of anyway, given that I managed it when I got home, but…

I remain perplexed by simple laws of physics.

Today the Earth reaches the aphelion of its orbit around the sun. It is over three million miles further out than it is in January when we are closest. Why then, the extra distance can’t make up for the fact that that we (in the northern hemisphere) are tilted toward the sun is beyond me. In winter, when we are tilted away, you might be excused for thinking that despite having the sun’s rays hit is at an angle, being more than 3 million miles closer might compensate. It doesn’t, or at least not enough to notice.

I shall just have to hope that the Met Office is correct and that we shall get thunderstorms from tomorrow.

On a final note, I see that Keira Knightley attended the London premier of Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest yesterday and nearly forgot to wear a dress. As my mother would say, it was a daring little thing that she just threw on and nearly missed. It was quite fetching in a “this will be exciting if the wind blows” sort of way.

She could probably do with a good meal with lots of suet in it.