Wet ramblings

Greetings from Kitty Towers.

It's a bit of a damp weekend so I wasn't out Saturday although The Grump was which was a relief about the earache following getting a letter to say gas was going up three times and I really don't need constant background noise as much as obviously it is a concern especially for those less well off compared with ourselves.

It's hardly surprising then  that you're back to reading books of the sort that not only written for an audience that I share the same reading age with but the same sorts of topics that such stories centre upon.

It may sound odd but I feel so much more at home sat on a floor reading or playing with groan ups around than the whole older child in chair discussing more grown up topics with them, not least with the craziness of the adult political landscape and issues galore with the FIFA World Cup in Qatar when it comes to soccer.

 

There's always music to be played here, just don't ask how many records or compact discs they're are, a good many hundred is the short answer but that was what I was doing as a kid back home anyway.

That arrived yesterday late morning, a "audiophile" lp pressing in its slip case of Michael Jackson's Thriller album that's celebrating its fortieth birthday which I'd have to say sounds better than my original copy with really quiet surfaces brought very much in the day.

Expensive, hell yes, but if you loved the music then this is the best it gets on the original vinyl and it'll last you a lifetime if you care for it properly.

Then on Sunday there was the last two chapters of Castle Hangnail! by Ursula Vernon in story time which saves reading it off the page apart from being more like the story times we had at school then.

Ciao!