Sunshine this morning with occasional ominous clouds but no rain - 22C and thankfully not humid. I slept better with fewer disturbances last night, and was bemused when my not so smart watch said that I'd only slept for an hour and a half. It's not the first time it's happened. I logged in the missing hours manually, and the data analysis showed I'd been away continuously for two hours before daybreak. It probably means that its sensors are not in good enough contact with the skin sometimes, and fail to take a reading. Or, its data synchronization with the cloud, by whatever route it does this, goes to sleep of its own accord. Why do I bother? As much as anything I'm interested in finding out over a period of time how reliable such consumer health devices really are.
Housework after breakfast, waiting on tenterhooks for a call from Kate our travel agent. It was eleven when she rang, and reassured me that I hadn't done anything disastrous. In fact, last night I nearly succeeded in finding the place our particular boarding passes were stored on the EasyJet website, but was thrown off scent by an server error message which shouldn't have occurred. Kate had checked everything was in order before calling, and talked me through the stages of finding flight details booked by a third party, Riviera Travel in this case. This can be done without logging in to an account, using the boarding pass codes Kate already sent me. This morning it worked as intended. I downloaded PDF files to store on my phone, took and edited screenshots of the QR codes, to add to Google wallet. Apparently Riviera Travel mails us paper copies plus brochure next week. All is well, one more uncertainty disposed of.
Several weeks ago one of our IKEA dining room chairs started to come apart. A joint in one of the legs had worked loose. On inspection the loosening joint had ended up with a specific curved washer dropping out of place, so the joint could no longer be tightened with the key provided. At that time the washer could not be found, or maybe we were too busy to hunt for it carefully. While I was chatting to Kate, Clare got the tool kit out, looking for a way to remedy the problem, and the said washer turned up. I had assumed it was lost, but maybe we had spares without realising. Anyway, unscrewing the bolt holding the joint in place proved to be a slow and tricky job, but in the end I got it loose enough to be able to insert the washer and tighten it fully.
By the time I finished, Clare was preparing vegetables for a pasta sauce and starting cooking them. Then she went outdoors to hang some washing, and lingered longer than was necessary, when I arrived in the kitchen feeling triumphant. Well, the vegetables were a bit caramelised, but not carbonised, so I took over, finished the job and boiled some penne to give her a few moments of respite before lunch.
I walked along the Taff Trail the other side of the river from Western Avenue to Blackweir Bridge, busy with commuting cyclists as ever late afternoon. Clare had gone out to meditation group by the time I got home. After supper, I recorded next week's reflection on the Transfiguration and edited it.
Lorries transporting aid into Gaza are beginning to deliver now, in addition to air drops. Trump is finally acknowledging the reality of starvation there, as if he's only just starting to watch TV news reports. Two significant declarations have been made by Israeli groups alleging genocide in Palestinian territories on the basis of evidence they ave collected on the ground - one, a group of charitable Israeli medics, the other is the eminent radical Israeli group B'tSelem, which monitors human rights violations in the Occupied Territories. It was active during the second intifada when I was in Jerusalem on sabbatical concluding my time in Geneva at the end of 2000. Let's hope public opinion supports its findings at this time when the Israeli government is in recess. This could well positively influence any cabinet reshuffle Netanyahu makes in an effort restore the credibility of his government's disastrous plan of action.
For lack of anything better to do before bed, I watched an episode of Death Valley on BBC iPlayer, shot on location in and around Llantwit Major's Parish church. I hope disruption filming inevitably entails was richly compensated for in location facility fees.
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