Hi there, folks!
Yay! It is Saturday morning. Last night the mother of all thunderstorms arrived in Kent. There was thunder and lightning. It was not very frightening. Unless you were Flora Bijou Mybug who does not like loud noises and lay out in the hallway away from the windows. I don't know quite why thunder and lightning are so associated with scary movies, other than the whole 'It's alive!' thing with Frankenstein's monster. Denise and I just treated it as an exciting and random son-et-lumiere display and said, 'Ooooh!' and 'Aaaah!' a lot. And were grateful for the cooling breeze it brought with it. I tried to take photos last night and didn't think I'd managed it, but this morning with my brain a bit less overheated I was able to retrieve these from my Ipad...
Yay! It is Saturday morning. Last night the mother of all thunderstorms arrived in Kent. There was thunder and lightning. It was not very frightening. Unless you were Flora Bijou Mybug who does not like loud noises and lay out in the hallway away from the windows. I don't know quite why thunder and lightning are so associated with scary movies, other than the whole 'It's alive!' thing with Frankenstein's monster. Denise and I just treated it as an exciting and random son-et-lumiere display and said, 'Ooooh!' and 'Aaaah!' a lot. And were grateful for the cooling breeze it brought with it. I tried to take photos last night and didn't think I'd managed it, but this morning with my brain a bit less overheated I was able to retrieve these from my Ipad...
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Less exciting (possibly) was being woken in the middle of the night by the second coming of the storm. The thunder was literally making the pictures hanging on our bedroom walls shake. Which was a mighty impressive display of the power of nature, but a bit inconvenient for somebody wanting to sleep. Quite tired this morning.
Now I know that I appear to be putting off the moment of letting you know how heavy I am. Well, here at Much Malarkey Manor we do believe in the power of antici....
Now I know that I appear to be putting off the moment of letting you know how heavy I am. Well, here at Much Malarkey Manor we do believe in the power of antici....
(sorry, the clip seemed appropriate given the night of thunder and lightning. There were a lot of storm clouds...
...heavy, black and pendulous...
I'll stop now. Aside from wishing Tim Curry the most thorough recovery - he suffered from a stroke last year, something which should encourage me to act upon my health, make myself fitter, sort out the things which cause me stress in my life)
I may have mentioned the erratic nature of our bathroom scales. Well, this morning I leaped on them for my weigh-in and I was pleased with the result. The scales turn off after a couple of seconds so I got my Ipad for the weigh-in photo and weighed myself again.
Two pounds heavier!
WHAT?
I got off the scales and weighed myself again without the Ipad (but close to hand so I could grab it once the scales had correctly weighed me)
Still two pounds heavier.
I moved the scales to a different bit of floor (I am convinced that the scales need an incredibly flat, incredibly solid surface for accurate readings and often move them to different bits of floor)
Still two pounds heavier.
With Ipad, without Ipad. On my head. On my back. Leaning forwards, leaning backwards. Give the poor exhausted scales a couple of minutes rest. Sneak up on the scales from the side. SURPRISE the scales. Holding a balloon. Karate chop!
Finally the scales defeated me. So I took up the Ipad one last time and stepped on the scales.
This is the weight they allowed me to record for my weigh-in. (I am quite happy with this by the way)
...heavy, black and pendulous...
I'll stop now. Aside from wishing Tim Curry the most thorough recovery - he suffered from a stroke last year, something which should encourage me to act upon my health, make myself fitter, sort out the things which cause me stress in my life)
I may have mentioned the erratic nature of our bathroom scales. Well, this morning I leaped on them for my weigh-in and I was pleased with the result. The scales turn off after a couple of seconds so I got my Ipad for the weigh-in photo and weighed myself again.
Two pounds heavier!
WHAT?
I got off the scales and weighed myself again without the Ipad (but close to hand so I could grab it once the scales had correctly weighed me)
Still two pounds heavier.
I moved the scales to a different bit of floor (I am convinced that the scales need an incredibly flat, incredibly solid surface for accurate readings and often move them to different bits of floor)
Still two pounds heavier.
With Ipad, without Ipad. On my head. On my back. Leaning forwards, leaning backwards. Give the poor exhausted scales a couple of minutes rest. Sneak up on the scales from the side. SURPRISE the scales. Holding a balloon. Karate chop!
Finally the scales defeated me. So I took up the Ipad one last time and stepped on the scales.
This is the weight they allowed me to record for my weigh-in. (I am quite happy with this by the way)
That's two stone six pounds.
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