I just cleaned my glasses, twice, with spray and everything because I kept seeing what I thought was something stuck to the inside of the left lens. I took them off, peered at them, like that would help. I could vaguely see something, which was driving me nuts.
So yes, I cleaned the damn lens again, in the bathroom. In front of the big mirror.
It was then I looked up and, lent forward, screwed up my eyes and realised, there was a tiny piece of fluff or something on my eyelashes. A quick brush of my eye with my fingers and, voila, the offending fluff was gone. Glasses back on and, poof, will you look at that, no spot on my lens anymore.
Doh!
Some days you just gotta nap, right?
Whaddayamean I need a tin opener?
Why is it always snowing in here?
The aliens are out there …
The wind is blowing a gale out there, 40km plus with gusts up to 55km. Thus the snow is being blown horizontally. Funnily enough, there’s still patches of blue sky to be seen. Which is always weird. I guess it’s a passing squall.
THE NOVELIST: The moors beckoned, shrouded in mist, Cathy wandered through the bracken dreaming of Heathcliff.
THE REALITY: Cathy tumbled out of the country bus, walked through a break in a drystone wall out onto the heath, only to be chased by a vicious looking sheep named Heathcliff.
This movie was one long testosterone fuelled promo advert for the US Army Rangers, what with all the machismo and chest thumping, gruff voices, and lone-wolf attitudes. Over baked and undercooked, this one lacked enough ingredients to make it thoughtful, or interesting.
Lots of big bangs and explosions and not much else.
