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Starlight Over Tunis
Here is a thing that made me laugh: All the comments on every recipe blog. Yes.
Last night, I was... I'm not allowed to say 'baby-sitting', so let's just say sitting with my mother's partner, John, while she went to her sewing group. His not-dementia is getting worse and she doesn't like leaving him unattended for more than an hour or so. (The other day she had to come into town for something or other and he decided to stay home. He thought he would have a nap and, mindful of fire hazards, went round the house unplugging everything, including the fridge.) So on sewing nights, when she is away for three or more hours, they have dinner with me, then John stays while my mother goes out.
Fortunately, Tuesday night television features a big block of his favourite shows, those being anything with the words 'crash' and 'investigation' in the title. Last night we saw car crash investigations, air crash investigations and train crash investigations. So that was fun.
I appreciate that if you are vying for the role of Doomed Pilot Of The Week in Air Crash Investigations, you are not necessarily the best actor in the world. (I mean, maybe you are and things just haven't gone your way. But probably not.) Although, actually, the pilots last night were fine. The air traffic controller of the week, though, he was terrible. I think he was trying for 'understated and calm', but what he gave us was 'slightly perplexed'. So the pilot radioed ground control and said, 'May day, may day, we're being hijacked and I've been hit on the head with a hammer, we need an ambulance and armed intervention, do you copy?', and the air traffic controller sort of frowned, as if to say, 'Oh, what a pickle'.
Last night, I was... I'm not allowed to say 'baby-sitting', so let's just say sitting with my mother's partner, John, while she went to her sewing group. His not-dementia is getting worse and she doesn't like leaving him unattended for more than an hour or so. (The other day she had to come into town for something or other and he decided to stay home. He thought he would have a nap and, mindful of fire hazards, went round the house unplugging everything, including the fridge.) So on sewing nights, when she is away for three or more hours, they have dinner with me, then John stays while my mother goes out.
Fortunately, Tuesday night television features a big block of his favourite shows, those being anything with the words 'crash' and 'investigation' in the title. Last night we saw car crash investigations, air crash investigations and train crash investigations. So that was fun.
I appreciate that if you are vying for the role of Doomed Pilot Of The Week in Air Crash Investigations, you are not necessarily the best actor in the world. (I mean, maybe you are and things just haven't gone your way. But probably not.) Although, actually, the pilots last night were fine. The air traffic controller of the week, though, he was terrible. I think he was trying for 'understated and calm', but what he gave us was 'slightly perplexed'. So the pilot radioed ground control and said, 'May day, may day, we're being hijacked and I've been hit on the head with a hammer, we need an ambulance and armed intervention, do you copy?', and the air traffic controller sort of frowned, as if to say, 'Oh, what a pickle'.