No. I'm not interested in interaction when I am buying or selling something. Nor playing games, or getting or giving social strokes or whatever. I will do that on separate occasions.
I will pay the price asked or I will look elsewhere.
No. I'm not interested in interaction when I am buying or selling something. Nor playing games, or getting or giving social strokes or whatever. I will do that on separate occasions.
I will pay the price asked or I will look elsewhere.
I don't drink either - or any other hot drinks. I have never liked them.
There was a while when, every other year or so, in the depths of winter, I would get it into my head that my tastes might have changed and would accept someone's offer of something: tea, coffee, hot chocolate or whatever. But I'd always end up taking one sip and realise my folly.
And, no, Iced tea or similar does nothing for me either.
A good deal of the current Scottish population are descended from the Irish, which goes some way to explaining that side of your comparison, but I am not aware of Finland being particularly cloudy.
I have not consulted any climatic records, but I would have expected it to be less cloudy than the rest of Scandinavia, really, since the rain will have been deposited on the mountain in Norway and Sweden before the air masses reach Finland.
a skiff that they had managed to build with canvas and ropes that they had brought with them, and wood that they had cut in the forest where they had hidden ; they had made this boat waterproof by means of a thick layer of tallow. These prisoners, from Arras to the wood in which they had hidden near the coast, had walked only at night, using the moon and the stars to guide them. The administration of the Navy tested the canoe made by these four prisoners; 6 men embarked, steered it with oars and held the sea without a drop of water entering.
What they are describing there is a Currach.
I would imagine that it is linked to the rainward side of the Urals, which I would imagine have more cloud and so would promote a selection for improved Vitamin D production, as with Ireland.
A hornet has spent most of the week sizing up my shirt rail as a potential nest site. Persuasion hasn't worked, so I have ordered a screen for the window.
I was only called in for one problem at work over the weekend, which was easily resolved,. Spent the rest of it sorting out the shed, pottering in the garden and reading.
In a week and two days I will be off on a regular holiday with friends for a fortnight. It always seems a long slog between Xmas and this one, so really looking forward to it.
From this strand of SF, Dennis E Taylor's Bobiverse books are by far the most compelling. It has been a while since I found something that was as unputdownable. I don't know that they are technically the 'best' in terms of literary merit or anything though. I'd say that Dan Simmons Hyperion probably wins on that front.
I've just started Iain M Banks' Use of Weapons, it would be that. I'm catching up with some SF this year and am alternating the Culture novels with others at the moment.
There is a window for "Where were you when...?" questions, I think.
I think that I am drifting past that window nowadays.
I was working today because I had basically forgotten that it was a bank holiday. Anyway, no interruptions, so I got a lot done, AND I now have day of TOIL.
Tomorrow and Sunday will be gardening, sorting out the shed and stuff like that.
I will then probably stay under the duvet and read on Monday, unless the weather is good and I feel particularly enthusiastic, in which case there is a walk that I have been considering for most of the winter. That might be the day.
Shadow (2018) - beautifully designed and shot, particularly in the first half. Relatively gory for a wuxia: I didn't mind but my wife, who is quite sensitive to such things, found it too much at times.
As with Zhang Yimou's earlier House of Flying Daggers I felt that that it didn't really reach a conclusion as much as ended the story and then drifted to a stop.
Definitely worth seeing though.