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SL Day 19
Today turned into a rest day - the alarm went at 7.50, and as is current practice I fell asleep with the pips at 8.00. I got up, did the stuff you do, and took two books to Cafe Nerd. As it was, Brisingamen turned up almost immediately, and we chatted in the sun, then the shade, and watched a dalmatian hybrid walk itself by, and some Carnage-type women, and some stroke symptom people. Thence to the new sticky cake shop (because we're short of places to eat) and then the Thais r Us shop. I picked up a couple of noddle packets and a block of coconut, because, then let Brisingamen find her bus. I did Aldi, picking up a couple of tidy pots, the purpose of which I've yet to pin down.
Then I joined D in the pub, who was stuck on the Daily Fascist cryptic, and we polished that off in a hour, before moving onto the big boy's cryptic - The Grauniad, today by the monkey puzzler Araucauria. In part thnaks to being able to look up Gray's "Elegy" on line (the two fragments I remembered not being the ones called for) we more or less finished this by 4pm, with AIRMAIL taking a little longer ("A sweet French girl I left, being sent overseas" - is Irma a French girl? I guess so - but I only just saw it).
I stayed for most of the rest of then evening, until my knee started twinging again. It's happier for the exercise, and I suspect it's the bar stool (and I think the support is cutting off something in that position). Have popped another pill, and assuming lights out by 12.30 I can get an early night. I shall retire with a Gardner Dozois.
Then I joined D in the pub, who was stuck on the Daily Fascist cryptic, and we polished that off in a hour, before moving onto the big boy's cryptic - The Grauniad, today by the monkey puzzler Araucauria. In part thnaks to being able to look up Gray's "Elegy" on line (the two fragments I remembered not being the ones called for) we more or less finished this by 4pm, with AIRMAIL taking a little longer ("A sweet French girl I left, being sent overseas" - is Irma a French girl? I guess so - but I only just saw it).
I stayed for most of the rest of then evening, until my knee started twinging again. It's happier for the exercise, and I suspect it's the bar stool (and I think the support is cutting off something in that position). Have popped another pill, and assuming lights out by 12.30 I can get an early night. I shall retire with a Gardner Dozois.