Nine Feet Underground

We're well into April, but this is my first post.  Why?  Choose one from the following list: Couldn't be bothered; Abducted by aliens; Busy 'doing' life; or,  all of the above. Since my last post I've spent a few days in my adopted second home of Liverpool.  During this stay, Q and I went and saw a celebration of the songs of Lennon & McCartney called ' Come Together ', watched the film ' Wicked Little Letters ' at the Everyman cinema, and saw Say She She live at Hangar 34. That's retirement! (To be sung and crowbar-ed into 'That's Entertainment' by The Jam. Give it a go, it doesn't really fit, but if you try hard enough...) 'Come Together' was well-performed and, a times, funny, though it did play fast and loose with the facts.  In particular, I'm damn sure they implied that 'Abbey Road' was recorded AFTER 'Let It Be', which it clearly wasn't.  Not only that, but the linking segments omitted a...

The weather today doesn't look very promising, at least not for what I've got planned. Being blessed with hard water, one of the exciting things one has to do is clean limescale off the shower.   I have this planned for today (I've been 'planning' to do it for weeks, but as we all know planning is not the same as doing), only this time it will get done.  I'm taking an eco-friendly approach using diluted white vinegar, which is supposed to be kind to both the shower and the environment.  I may end up smelling like a fish supper, which may be no bad thing. In fact, maybe that's an idea for a new men's cologne? Chuck in some eau de mushy peas and I'm sure it can't fail. Despite the weather I have done washing and the weather has changed (and so has the forecast) and I reckon I should be able to get things dry outside. Result! I've cleaned the shower, just letting it soak before drying it and removing the vinegar from the shower head. It's wo...