LEONORA: Da Vinci codes are one thing, Fibonacci sequences another, but Payton L. Inkletter still wonders if Menzies should be wholly Gwalia relocated

Be all that as it may, meanwhile:

In other news…

11^th February 2009:

Wednesday: Oh what a boiler! Just a whisker shy of 40 Celsius. Janny picked up Pa pree at two o’clock to spend the rest of the day here, and they bunkered down in the lounge and chilled out with Janny’s boyfriend Hiroshi Fujitsu.

I got some watering done before My Beloved, and we all bunkered down for a big night on Aunty, for next came The 7.30 Report, featuring harrowing accounts of and from the Victorian fires, before The New Inventors – what a great idea that kids’ hair wash visor is! – and Spicks and Specks, a great favourite. Next was my second Chandon Pictures, the third episode, and by the end I was caught in continuous belly laughing, and I think it’s a great hoot of a comedy. Well, the treats kept coming, for next I saw the first episode on Aunty of Ruddy Hell! It’s Harry and Paul: I’ve got one thing to say to you (thanks Kath and Kim) “brilliant and funny”, and I never tire of the charm, wit, and genius of Paul Whitehouse.

I did some pooter work, then returned Pa pree to his place about quarter to eleven. I watched the remainder of Lateline, with Leigh Sales interviewing Tom Segev, of Ha'aretz concerning the unfolding uncertain results of the Israeli elections. To borrow a Dave Letterman saying, I wouldn’t give that nation’s problems to a monkey on a rock. Speaking of whom, after a vacuuming session in preparation for the Babies’ visit tomorrow night, I watched Letterman up until Harrison Ford (another blasted repeat, mind you’ from last year, thanks Channel Ten may you live in interesting times), because I can leave Harrison Ford any day. I don’t get anything much from his interviews, and I don’t know whether it’s due to a genuine shyness, or a hang up on himself, meaning Harrison Ford is hung up on being Harrison Ford.

I watered the Sansevierias out the front, then back to the pooter, and I got some emailing done, then off for a very late walk, on this dead still typical February night. Strange to relate, I hit a pocket of very pleasantly cool air where I wouldn’t have expected it. The moon is still bright and big. I did the dishes and kitchen on my return, then finished the watering of the back garden, a dry and thirsty garden. No rest for the jiggered, I then mopped the floor in preparation for the Babies, and finally had a break at the pooter writing and eating a chilled orange, yumm…

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