Fly the friendly skies

A friendly sound from the old days as I was driving back from the fun factory today... only one jet sounds like that, the high pitched whine and slow speed. Looked up and glanced two A-10's at a couple of thousand feet up, clearly turning to work the east coast ranges. Hmmm, maybe I aught to wander up there tomorrow and have a looksee. Those things used to fill the skies from Bentwaters and Woodbridge, just close to where I grew up; although they flew a lot lower, in fours instead of pairs as they do these days and they were painted dark green, not light grey. A damned sight rarer in the skies too; they're based in Germany now and are rocking horse poo in this country. So in any respect, a nostagia kick for me and a nice thing to see anyway.

Apart from that and fun factory aside, it's been more work today. The tiles in the kitchen are still there; the sweet potato soup recipie works; nice to know I can actually do something with the damned things that doesn't taste of starchy shite; and the clearup continues. It'll take months.