I saw some Chinese lanterns in the sky last night. But I don't think the Chinese were involved, and I didn't call in The A-Team or anything like that. Not like what happened in South Korea the other day, when there was a military alert because of some balloons let off from a school. The Chinese lanterns I saw were nice, probably nicer than the balloons. They were more dangerous than the balloons, but not very dangerous. Panic is the real enemy, and I didn't panic.
The Pandorica Opens, the penultimate episode of this series of Doctor Who, which aired last night, was fantastic, I thought. I would have lead with this item, but I know there's many of you, especially internationally, who don't watch it. Well, you should. Although you wouldn't want to start from here. Start from the start of this series, perhaps. If you feel like it. I don't expect you to surrender ten hours of your lives for even a recommendation from me of art of the highest order. You're busy people, I know. Today's busy lifestyles and all that.
I thought yesterday's It Is What It Is ended up being better, being written earlier on the day and turning up late rather than written late the night before when tired. I must try and work more like that, like I said I would. This isn't going to be the third bit though, it's not substantial enough. Have you noticed I normally do three bits? I don't know why, in fact this will do, I don't have to... yeah. I'm not going over all this again. I don't have to do three bits anyway, I haven't always done it recently, even without an extra-long other bit, but! What comes to mind to save the day!
We now have no empty glass bottles in It Is What It Is Towers, I believe, for the first time in many years, as I took another batch to the bottle bank last night. I don't know if you use the term in your part of the world. If you don't, it's just a place where you take bottles and stick them in the appropriate thing for the correct colour of glass. The thing is a bit like a little skip, or dumpster if you prefer, I supposed. And they get recycled. Hurrah for your silly little planet. I'm quite fond of it, you know.
that's all from me for now
see you around
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