A grey day.
A call from the Minx at her tv cooking programme. T is competing with her bread & butter pudding of wonder.
13.04 On the street for the Weekend FT…
Clutching the FT on the way to Blower’s, one of Bredonborough’s post-mature inhabitants, a wonderfully friendly lady from further down our street, stopped me: she had found that when she put her hand in front of her face, as per the helpful instructions on how to listen to 3D radio, the hiss went away!
… and World HQ for data & CD-shelf organizing…
Squerd for lunch.
18.03 More organising of shelves & more data transfers.
The Minx returned from London c. 16.40. She won the tv cooking show with her pudding. I tasted some of the yesterday-experiment, cold: even better than yesterday hot.
Data is crunching.
18.12 A call from the Sistery. She has my traveling organized to Seattle. The UA Premier Executive person in the US was exceedingly helpful & spent 30 minutes fine-tuning to as-close-to-perfect a flight as possible. Here, a call to the PE UA person in England, it was: there is only one flight available. That was it. Nothing more. One flight out of four legs was possible, the rest – who knows? This was not a matter that brooked further enquiry. But speak to a US UA person, rather than an English UA person, and four flights out of four are not only possible: they are booked! What might we learn from this?
A Willcox family supper at the new Chinese pumperie.
22.04 A fine evening. Two orders were misunderstood, but surprising-arrivals at the table addressed swiftly, without hesitation or demur.
The street I…
Time to gentle with the Minx, who has had a long & hard day; and WillyFred, who has not but expects the same level of attention.
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