Probably the defining moment of this century. How do I know?
i scuffed my knuckles on a stone in the garden about an hour and a half ago. Probably around 6pm GMT + 1 summertime. And what a scortcher it's been today. Too hot to work in the garden. I spent most of the afternoon potting up seedlings in my nice cool shed.
More on mad gardening later, I am exhausted now
A flame weeder is a joy to behold. Tempramental to the Nth degree, but so am I, so we should get on quite well. I rarely bleed. It's a wierd thing. I don't look if I feel any pain. Not until I get the all clear. Anyway it kind of looked frothy to me. Poured some disinfectant over it as I was in the garden.
So Back to Voyager. Through the Magnetic bubble 'plasma' then... not what one expects I suppose. It's realy like a child's bubble blower that you put washing up liquid in. I had a whizz over to it last night I think. I seem to be visualising something. Interesting to think we are surrounded by fairy bubbles. Like the magnetosphere round our planet. Only organic. Wow. How cool is that. Now I wonder if this actually refracts images, I wonder if it makes things seem further away than they realy are.
I dropped glitter and stars all over the floor in my shed a couple of days ago when I was doing my nails.
Still I am doubtful that Voyager 1 will get telemetry back through the plasma. Probably too much interference. I am even wondering if the 'Time' factor works past the plasma as it's outside the event horizon. I wonder if Voyager Two can be slowed down to sit in the back of the plasma cloud and relay telemetry. It would be cool to actually get to see pictures.
Time for dinner..... Lovely. Spring Lamb, fresh peas from the pod, and Jersey Royal New Potatoes. With Homemade mint sauce, and a gravy to die for. Himself went to Westminster College. He also had a very good education. He is very knowledgable when he can be bothered.
Just don't give Him instructions, we live on different planets. His is where you leave your brains behind when there's any practical work to be done. Most frustrating. I had a fit earlier today in true Manic style. Felt much better.
Basically the Husbands brain generally works like this; I explain I want to use the flame gun on a new patch, which I have duly cleared of all items likely to be damaged. Moved Large and heavy pots, and re-located the dogs perimeter wire. All ready to start toasting.
Himself decides he want's to mow the lawn where I have just moved all this stuff. I tell him to put the stuff on the ground that has already been weed toasted. I leave Him to it, as by this stage annoyance is already setting in. When I get back, all the stuff I moved plus lots more is .... guess.... right back where I just spent 20 minutes moving it from.
This is when I feel paranoid. I think things like.... 'this can't be for real... ' I am going to end up seeing myself on camera one day having a manic fit, swearing like ... well foul mouthed, bent double screaming in the abject senselessness of living in a world where no one takes the slightest notice of anything I say, explain, generally try to describe and communicate... Why?
Why when It was sooooo obvious I had just spent ages on a swealtering hot day moving a load of heavy stuff out of the way.... Is this just to wind me up? YES... yes, He takes perverse pleasure in seeing me go off on one... knowing that he has got me to this point of screaming frenzy, HE KNOWS... He has actually done it on purpose, with the intention of getting me manic, so He can act all calm, sweet, and as though my tantrum has no cosmic effect whatsoever.
The oh so calm response is the sqirty cream in the face bit.
I think my outburst today actually fell into the verbal abuse category, I even had a deep urge to actually hit Him. Very rarely can I be provoked to this degree. Hence the cosmic swipeback of getting my knuckles scraped on a bit of stone.
I just said ... 'I am going for a fag in my shed before I actually do whack you with something'. AHHHGGGGHHHH!!!!
Oh the deep joy of being married, having to learn that they are sent to be as irritating. Where would we be without the occasional childish games, life would be so boring.
Revenge.... I must think of something that will get him back for this one. Perhaps slicing the last two pages out of the next novel He's reading very neatly, so it looks like they forgot to print them.... delcious, It will only work the once though....
i scuffed my knuckles on a stone in the garden about an hour and a half ago. Probably around 6pm GMT + 1 summertime. And what a scortcher it's been today. Too hot to work in the garden. I spent most of the afternoon potting up seedlings in my nice cool shed.
More on mad gardening later, I am exhausted now
A flame weeder is a joy to behold. Tempramental to the Nth degree, but so am I, so we should get on quite well. I rarely bleed. It's a wierd thing. I don't look if I feel any pain. Not until I get the all clear. Anyway it kind of looked frothy to me. Poured some disinfectant over it as I was in the garden.
So Back to Voyager. Through the Magnetic bubble 'plasma' then... not what one expects I suppose. It's realy like a child's bubble blower that you put washing up liquid in. I had a whizz over to it last night I think. I seem to be visualising something. Interesting to think we are surrounded by fairy bubbles. Like the magnetosphere round our planet. Only organic. Wow. How cool is that. Now I wonder if this actually refracts images, I wonder if it makes things seem further away than they realy are.
I dropped glitter and stars all over the floor in my shed a couple of days ago when I was doing my nails.
Still I am doubtful that Voyager 1 will get telemetry back through the plasma. Probably too much interference. I am even wondering if the 'Time' factor works past the plasma as it's outside the event horizon. I wonder if Voyager Two can be slowed down to sit in the back of the plasma cloud and relay telemetry. It would be cool to actually get to see pictures.
Time for dinner..... Lovely. Spring Lamb, fresh peas from the pod, and Jersey Royal New Potatoes. With Homemade mint sauce, and a gravy to die for. Himself went to Westminster College. He also had a very good education. He is very knowledgable when he can be bothered.
Just don't give Him instructions, we live on different planets. His is where you leave your brains behind when there's any practical work to be done. Most frustrating. I had a fit earlier today in true Manic style. Felt much better.
Basically the Husbands brain generally works like this; I explain I want to use the flame gun on a new patch, which I have duly cleared of all items likely to be damaged. Moved Large and heavy pots, and re-located the dogs perimeter wire. All ready to start toasting.
Himself decides he want's to mow the lawn where I have just moved all this stuff. I tell him to put the stuff on the ground that has already been weed toasted. I leave Him to it, as by this stage annoyance is already setting in. When I get back, all the stuff I moved plus lots more is .... guess.... right back where I just spent 20 minutes moving it from.
This is when I feel paranoid. I think things like.... 'this can't be for real... ' I am going to end up seeing myself on camera one day having a manic fit, swearing like ... well foul mouthed, bent double screaming in the abject senselessness of living in a world where no one takes the slightest notice of anything I say, explain, generally try to describe and communicate... Why?
Why when It was sooooo obvious I had just spent ages on a swealtering hot day moving a load of heavy stuff out of the way.... Is this just to wind me up? YES... yes, He takes perverse pleasure in seeing me go off on one... knowing that he has got me to this point of screaming frenzy, HE KNOWS... He has actually done it on purpose, with the intention of getting me manic, so He can act all calm, sweet, and as though my tantrum has no cosmic effect whatsoever.
The oh so calm response is the sqirty cream in the face bit.
I think my outburst today actually fell into the verbal abuse category, I even had a deep urge to actually hit Him. Very rarely can I be provoked to this degree. Hence the cosmic swipeback of getting my knuckles scraped on a bit of stone.
I just said ... 'I am going for a fag in my shed before I actually do whack you with something'. AHHHGGGGHHHH!!!!
Oh the deep joy of being married, having to learn that they are sent to be as irritating. Where would we be without the occasional childish games, life would be so boring.
Revenge.... I must think of something that will get him back for this one. Perhaps slicing the last two pages out of the next novel He's reading very neatly, so it looks like they forgot to print them.... delcious, It will only work the once though....
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