Last night I spent two hours unsuccessfully searching the house for our Roomba: the little chap had wandered off somewhere, had presumably gotten stuck and was now sulking in parts unknown. So far, situation normal, but this time none of the usual suspects presented themselves: under the bed; behind the loudspeakers; under the litter tray (don't ask) - all clear.
Frustrated and perplexed, I threw myself down on the sofa and switched on the TV – this week's Horizon was just starting. It's title: Where's My Robot?
Two hours later, Gill got home and found the recalcitrant 'bot in 30 seconds (it must be a girl thing) - it had opened a door, got into the room, closed the door after itself and then couldn't open it again. Worse than cats.
A news item today concerned the forthcoming Climate Change protest camp being assembled at Heathrow airport:
“We will not tolerate protesters harassing our customers”, said a particularly assertive BAA spokesperson. Which is hardly surprising since, as any poor sod who's travelled through any BAA-run airport will tell you, that's their very own speciality.
So I was in tropically soggy Festival Edinburgh this weekend for a bit of a schmooze, most particularly for our friend Martin's stag weekend. As such weekends go, it was notably good-humoured and civilised, with the party ending up at the Pleasance for its late-night comedy show prior to the inevitable diaspora of cheerful drunks to their various borrowed flats, bought hotels and ad hoc burrows. So far, so good, and when the survivors reconvened on Sunday morning for a relaxed brunch and coat-of-the-canine in George Street's Tiger Lily restaurant, all was relaxed and cheerful.
We have a problem: on a mere twenty miles of one local road, the A84, bikers are dying. One is too many, and what we have are many too many doing so. So herewith a few hints on cooling it, enjoying it and surviving it…
The A821 is probably the most astonishing roads in the UK: reminiscent of an alpine pass, it's the best way to have huge fun at low-speed and to have a damn good workout at the same time.