Ne'er Cast A Cloot

My Dear Fellow,

What a rubbish day it has been for weather. Dark and overcast with rain that feels like individual blow-darts and a whooshing wind. 

Plus, it has just been a day when things went wrong. I spent most of the day chasing a file which appeared to have disappeared into the ether. In the end Dunhumby, the third party who said they hadn't received the file, checked again in that place we asked them to check last week. 

"Well all right, but we're absolutely sure it isn't... oh, wait here it is...."

I may have used a bit of language.

Add to that some very late and very annoying buses and I should be extremely grumpy. However, now I am home and the clouds have parted. The sun is shining, making Stockbridge glow as it goes down. The heating is on, and happy cats are clinging to radiators. 

It is hard to be grumpy when cats are purring.

"I'm Sorry I Haven't A Clue" also yielded a corker of a joke about Jimi Hendrix today. Humph explained how the legendary musician overcame dyslexia to become the world's foremost rock guitarist, before dying tragically young when he choked on his own Vimto.

Ha ha ha! 

Plus I watched "Slade in 'Flame'" a rock musical about the seamy side of rock stardom. It wasn't at all bad for a rock band movie and it took me back to the 1970's. You know how nostalgic I am for the decade that gave us "Swap Shop".

Okay, it was no "ABBA: The Movie" but hey. What is?

Parsones