Games played by cats, and other fun to be had
One of these days I'll learn. The lad of the house is standing on top of the foldaway bed, an unusually tall position for him saying "yowl" type things. I stand up from my chair to see what he wants, if he wants a hand getting down. At which point he neatly jumps over onto my chair, curls up on the bit that I've just warmed up for him and goes to sleep. Every time, I fall for that one.
After a better day, sitting here doing bits and pieces and Radcliffe and Maconie on Radio 2 delight me by playing the Sandie Shaw version of "Hand in Glove" by The Smiths; back in '84 that was the first song I heard that got me into Morrissey penned stuff. I've even still got it on vinyl. A very good thing to hear, that. Made my night, and the day's not bad anyway.
Anyways up, going to have to be chiselled out of these mud caked trousers later. The year of propeller-heading has started, with a much put off trip to Cottesmore, Harrier base. OK, I just wanted something different from Eurofighters and I didn't fancy the trip to Marham to view Tonkas. Was hoping too see bomb markings on the side and some markings from their Afghan deployments - I know that they're there but they weren't coming out to play this time. Haven't been to Cottesmore in years, and I could have done with setting off at a proper time as I'd intended. I could also do with not spending an hour in a five mile long traffic jam just outside Grantham. None the less, got there with a few hours of decent light to play with and saw 13 jets, of which 12 flew and 2 I'd never seen before so that's a fair day out. Nice to see the T bird from an operational squadron too; that's not something you see every day. Or at all. A first for me as far as I remember. Was playing with the new lens on the Bosscam and that's a pretty peachy bit of gear, fun to be had there. The only thing I can do without about being out on the airfields at this time of year is the chill factor. My fillings have only just stopped aching, and I've been back in the house for five hours, big bowl of hot soup 'n all. Beats the hell out of another day indoors though.....
After a better day, sitting here doing bits and pieces and Radcliffe and Maconie on Radio 2 delight me by playing the Sandie Shaw version of "Hand in Glove" by The Smiths; back in '84 that was the first song I heard that got me into Morrissey penned stuff. I've even still got it on vinyl. A very good thing to hear, that. Made my night, and the day's not bad anyway.
Anyways up, going to have to be chiselled out of these mud caked trousers later. The year of propeller-heading has started, with a much put off trip to Cottesmore, Harrier base. OK, I just wanted something different from Eurofighters and I didn't fancy the trip to Marham to view Tonkas. Was hoping too see bomb markings on the side and some markings from their Afghan deployments - I know that they're there but they weren't coming out to play this time. Haven't been to Cottesmore in years, and I could have done with setting off at a proper time as I'd intended. I could also do with not spending an hour in a five mile long traffic jam just outside Grantham. None the less, got there with a few hours of decent light to play with and saw 13 jets, of which 12 flew and 2 I'd never seen before so that's a fair day out. Nice to see the T bird from an operational squadron too; that's not something you see every day. Or at all. A first for me as far as I remember. Was playing with the new lens on the Bosscam and that's a pretty peachy bit of gear, fun to be had there. The only thing I can do without about being out on the airfields at this time of year is the chill factor. My fillings have only just stopped aching, and I've been back in the house for five hours, big bowl of hot soup 'n all. Beats the hell out of another day indoors though.....
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