An early awakening

Around 5:30 this morning I was rudely awoken from odd dreams about plastic jewellery by loud voices outside my window.

Looking out, this was the scene that greeted me.

The pipe was happily disgorging hundreds of liters of water per minute, washing away the sub-surface of the road. The water carried the mud and silt around Osborne Square, leaving a nice sticky film everywhere.

Prime Time (-ish)

Today at 2:03:05, the date and time, if you write it in a particular form, is a string of the first six prime numbers: 02:03:05:07:11:13

This only works if you use DD/MM/YY format for the date, and not the American MM/DD/YY, or the more sensible YYYY/MM/DD format.

So, just after lunch take a look at the clock and ponder this celestial / mathematics alignment.

The cackhanded scrawl of my eight year old self.

I dug out an old school book, from way back when I was 8-ish. Here’s a look at the random stuff I wrote about back then.

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I was an electronics geek even back then…

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And a consummate storyteller.

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I hadn’t quite grasped the finer points of evolution though.

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And while I now love spiders, I still can’t quite bring myself to look at a centipede without a shudder.