Douglas Spencer (dougs) wrote,
Douglas Spencer
dougs

A jolly good day yesterday.

Yesterday I toddled down to Chippenham and had lunch with purple_peril. She turned up about four minutes late and carrying shopping bags containing a number of new shoes which in anyone else might be considered startling but in her case showed admirable restraint.

Lunch was excellent. Ham and Eggs, Full English. Not particularly healthy, and calculated to do unfortunate things to vital structures such as arteries, but excellent nonetheless.
    P: Are you a pudding person?
    D: I think that perhaps I am.
    P: Waiter, what do you have for pudding?
    W: I shall check.
    [...] Sticky toffee pudding with custard, or bread and butter pudding with custard.
    D: Ah, I think you're on to a winner there.
    P: One of each?
    D: Swap ends at half-time?
    W: *rolls eyes* *sighs*
There was lots of conversation. Some of it about shoes, inevitably; some about folk music, singing, and being out of practice; some about dating techniques, and managing unrealistic expectations when in pursuit of potential partners; some about work, finances, accountants and the like.

It was very pleasant, and an exercise worth repeating should the occasion arise.

Afterwards I drove down to Dorking to attend to a spam filter that had died during a power cut.
    Linux: /var is b0rked, and I need human help fixing it.
    D: Well, go ahead.
    L: Shall I reconnect this inode?
    D: Dur. Yes!
    L: What about this one?
    D: Of course.
    L: I seem to have miscounted my free space.
    D: Fix it, you fool.
    L: Goodness me, /var seems to be okay.
    D: *reboots*
That was a rather less entertaining conversation.
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