March 16th

The rain is hammering down this morning and the first good news is that Dan's football match is called off as a result of it, though to be fair, H usually takes care of that one. I'd had the Berlingo battery on charge all night, as that car has sat inert now for the best part of a year and needs to be sparked into life, but alas, when I turn the key there is nought but a click.
The rest of the day is spent wasting my time as only the internet can do it, then feeling guilty at the lack of action.
Today's first Columbo episode is the first ever,and clearly differs in style from the series which grew from it.The Lieutenant looks about 12, and is far too neat and tidy for my likeing.
I decide it's time to revive the video transfer project.
Whereas in the early years every moment is captured in the minutest detail, now a couple of minutes suffice to trace the passage of whole years. Children grow at an alarming rate, pets appear and vanish, and the actual dates of the events becomes a matter for conjecture. Spens a wholehour watching poor Pilchard prodcuing her litter, and wondering what ever became of her. Cook the dinner, a nice piece of beef and do the usual Sunday trick of too much sherry, too much wine, and then fall asleep on the floor, meaning I a up till gone one writing all this.
Time for bed said Zebedee!