Looks like my weight has started to stabilise after the weekend of lurgy. It was a day of intermittent wild weather – sudden hailstorms followed by bright, clear skies, what looked suspiciously like actual snow, and wee bit of wind, and quite possibly falls of frogs, though I can’t confirm that one.
Here’s another view from New(Castle)2 – the Sage and the Tyne Bridge:
Now there’s a major improvement in my weight. Shame it’s a temporary wossname caused by my weekend of the lurgy, really. Normal bloatage will no doubt resume as the week goes on.
I survived a day back at work, had some nice lunch from the lovely people at Good Times on Grey Street, and got some horrible technical things done.
Here’s a view of the Black Gate, showing the new external lift shaft. I don’t think it’s a bad addition at all, especially if you take into account that the structure has been extensively changed many times over the centuries – you don’t think that roof’s original, do you? Sometimes it’s better to draw a balance between preservation and practicality…
Hah! Look at that amazing weight figure! Lowest of the year so far! Shame it took nearly three days of not really eating to do it, so it’s definitely a temporary wossname.
I had another early night, and was asleep not long after 10pm. Slept, woke up once or twice and read for a bit before getting up and having a slow start to the day. Had some breakfast quite late (but then, clocks going forward, etc), watched some more stuff, bullied myself into doing the ironing (since it seems I’m going back to work tomorrow, this was necessary), felt a bit tired, then realised that even though I didn’t actually feel particularly hungry, having something to eat seemed like a sensible idea, so I did. A Tesco’s spicy meatballs in tomato sauce with pasta did quite nicely.
Today’s photo is a close view of the royal arms on the Theatre Royal:
That’s quite a big drop, possibly due to not eating very much and some other reasons which I’ll spare you. Quite temporary, I’m sure.
As predicted, I went to bed early – 7pm, read for about an hour, then slept till the early hours and dozed for a while longer. Definitely not a Frankie & Benny’s breakfast day – but I did have some toast.
I was feeling a bit more lively later on, and did my usual shopping then put the washing on, and settled down to watch some of the pile of DVDs and Blu-rays that I haven’t got round to. Another early night seems likely.
Despite not feeling at my best, i went into work early for a meeting that didn’t actually happen. Realising that I was actually feeling worse as the morning went on, I took myself home and went back to bed for a few hours, then reseted in front of the TV for a few more hours. It’s one of those odd thingies I get now and again, where I get very tired and develop odd aches and pains and have a total lack of appetite (which is quite unusual for me, as the weight figure might suggest).
An early night seems likely.
Here’s an obligatory Earl Grey photo from last weekend:
Though I’ve been aware of it, in a vague sort of way, for a while, the fact that today is the tenth anniversary of the return of Doctor Who as a regularly scheduled TV show still feels a little odd. But yes, it was Easter weekend 2005 that a guy in a leather jacket told Rose Tyler to run, and nothing’s been quite the same since. Without Doctor Who, I don’t think we’d have seen shows like Primeval, Merlin, the very silly Robin Hood and the even sillier Atlantis.
Here’s what I said about that first episode – for reasons of something or other, I posted this a couple of days after the first showing. Dunno if that was spoiler avoidance (possibly) or tuit issues (more likely):
Mutter, up again today. I’m really coming to the conclusion that the scale is indeed having a giraffe.
Here’s a thing I spotted on Sunday. If this was in the Baltic, it would be art, with a pretentious sign explaining how it symbolises the alienation and division of society, and the fundamental thinginess of wossname. Probably.