|A jolly good day yesterday.
||[Oct. 3rd, 2006|08:58 am]
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.Yesterday I toddled down to Chippenham and had lunch with |
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?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.
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*
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.That was a rather less entertaining conversation.
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.