Out and about in house and garden

Today (by which I means Sunday, despite it being the early hours of Monday) didn't quite pan out as planned.

The idea was that we should do a little tidying up and get the laundry going and then Furtle had to finish sewing up the ceiling netting for the conservatory while I tidied up in the garden, including tying back some rather unruly sweet peas that have gone from nothing to monstrous in short order since the rain came.

In the event we accomplished this, had lunch and watched a couple of episodes of Frasier on DVD. Then we decided that since the netting was fully repaired, we should put it back in the conservatory. As well as making it more homely in there, see, it keeps the direct sunlight off the books, the covers of which have been fading progressively since a certain very agitated cat Tarzaned along the curtains and netting and bought the the lot down.

It took about five hours.

The curtains and netting are held up with wires. The connectors all look identical, but they are not. Some have an anti clockwise thread, but you can't tell simply by looking at them. The strange little woggles inside the sleeves of the connectors are supposed to have locks that tighten by use of an Allen Key. Some of them do not (presumably they stayed where they were before the feline cataclysm dèbacle by dint of the force of art). In addition, more than one was attached in such a way as to mean squeezing against a cross-support. And to add insult to injury, the easiest way of reattaching the connectors is to employ someone with an additional joint on their forearm, digits that would make ET's look stumby and a third hand to boot.

Anyway, they are now back up after many false starts. Hopefully they will stay up.

We rounded off the evening by having a tasty and very spicy curry delivered from Sri Rathga up the High Road and sat and watched the recent version of True Grit on the DVD.

Four stars, both.

But now my weekend is over and shortly it's off to bed for yours truly. But first a final cup of tea; I find myself to be quite thirsty.

Out and about in house and garden

Today (by which I means Sunday, despite it being the early hours of Monday) didn't quite pan out as planned.

The idea was that we should do a little tidying up and get the laundry going and then Furtle had to finish sewing up the ceiling netting for the conservatory while I tidied up in the garden, including tying back some rather unruly sweet peas that have gone from nothing to monstrous in short order since the rain came.

In the event we accomplished this, had lunch and watched a couple of episodes of Frasier on DVD. Then we decided that since the netting was fully repaired, we should put it back in the conservatory. As well as making it more homely in there, see, it keeps the direct sunlight off the books, the covers of which have been fading progressively since a certain very agitated cat Tarzaned along the curtains and netting and bought the the lot down.

It took about five hours.

The curtains and netting are held up with wires. The connectors all look identical, but they are not. Some have an anti clockwise thread, but you can't tell simply by looking at them. The strange little woggles inside the sleeves of the connectors are supposed to have locks that tighten by use of an Allen Key. Some of them do not (presumably they stayed where they were before the feline cataclysm dèbacle by dint of the force of art). In addition, more than one was attached in such a way as to mean squeezing against a cross-support. And to add insult to injury, the easiest way of reattaching the connectors is to employ someone with an additional joint on their forearm, digits that would make ET's look stumby and a third hand to boot.

Anyway, they are now back up after many false starts. Hopefully they will stay up.

We rounded off the evening by having a tasty and very spicy curry delivered from Sri Rathga up the High Road and sat and watched the recent version of True Grit on the DVD.

Four stars, both.

But now my weekend is over and shortly it's off to bed for yours truly. But first a final cup of tea; I find myself to be quite thirsty.

Fresh water. Fresh meat.

I was noodling about on the web last night, looking for something else on the Internet Movie Database, when I happened upon this little nugget, due to be released on 25 June and hit the bargain bins by lunchtime:



It’s not as you might imagine, produced by The Asylum, but like Hammer before them, they have clearly spawned imitators. The movie has been produced for SyFy in the US and I am hopeful that it will be a worthy addition to the schlock-shark genre pioneered by Jaws 3 and 4, then taken to another level by Deep Blue Sea and then perfected by Sharktopus and Mega Shark v Giant Octopus.

As it stars Kristy Swanson, I wonder what the odds are that it will bomb (high) and then lead to a successful TV series (low)..?

Fresh water. Fresh meat.

I was noodling about on the web last night, looking for something else on the Internet Movie Database, when I happened upon this little nugget, due to be released on 25 June and hit the bargain bins by lunchtime:



It’s not as you might imagine, produced by The Asylum, but like Hammer before them, they have clearly spawned imitators. The movie has been produced for SyFy in the US and I am hopeful that it will be a worthy addition to the schlock-shark genre pioneered by Jaws 3 and 4, then taken to another level by Deep Blue Sea and then perfected by Sharktopus and Mega Shark v Giant Octopus.

As it stars Kristy Swanson, I wonder what the odds are that it will bomb (high) and then lead to a successful TV series (low)..?