Lazy Sunday Afternoon
Another Sunday. Not as frenetic as last week as there was only Dearest and myself. Eldest stayed over at his Darlin's. So, a lie in that was helped along by the putting back of the clocks and a leisurely breakfast after which we read the papers. Dearest's brother called later and, after he'd gone, Youngest arrived for a visit. Youngest ended up staying for tea - Beef, potato and onion Karai curry with basmati rice and naan.After washing the pots I sorted out some washing and then turned thoughts to tomorrows evening meal. I decide on braised steak with mushrooms and onions with spuds and veg. I've got the steak, mushies and onions in the casserole dish in the fridge. Tomorrow I'll nip home at dinner and put it in the oven. About 2.5 hours before we're due to eat, I'll phone Dearest and she'll turn the oven on. All I have to do then is peel and boil the Maris Pipers when I get home from work. Piece 'o' piss as they say round these parts.
I'm in the process of selecting around 50 of my digital snaps I acquired on the Med cruise to have printed up at Boots. A few weeks later I'm quite chuffed with some but not others. The saddest ones of all I think, are all taken of Gaudi's magnificent cathedral in Barcelona. Because it still is very much a 'work in progress', the place is littered with cranes, site huts, dumper trucks and all the rest of the detrius of a building site. Add to this the massing hordes (myself included), and it gets really hard to get a decent photograph.In the end I blended four different images and added some motion blur. After increasing the saturation and contrast, I'm quite pleased with the result.
Dearest is downstairs cheering herself up with "Silent Witness". She loves it - it's about a forensic scientist who is constantly solving gruesome murders that are apparently beyond the ken of the local police. Me ? I think it's a dreary and depressing way to spend a Sunday evening but, one man's meat and all that eh ?
I see the wraiths that serve *our* monarchy are utilising every trick in the book to paint Paul Burrell as a villain of the highest order. I guess if anyone would have known what was likely to be thrown at him, then Burrell would. It astonishes me that anyone, anywhere could still believe that the Royal Family has an ounce of credibility left. All this bollocks about the Queen somehow being *above and beyond* all the scandal is palpable nonsense. She's the bloody Queen fer Christ's sake ! She knows everything.
If there's anyone out there with legal training, can you please shed some light on this dilemma I have:-
If somebody dies in a car crash and a few years later a letter - supposedly written by the victim of that crash - comes to light stating that the victim believed someone was planning to interfere with a motor vehicle in order to kill or significantly maim them, wouldn't that be classed as 'new evidence' ? New evidence that, in normal circumstances would have, at least, created some interest from the boys in blue ? Or am I missing something ?
It stinks, that's what it does. It stinks.
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