Sci-Fi and floods

Wake at six thirty to a dull, blustery and wet morning, breakfast on smoked salmon on cream cheese on rye toast, with strong, black, Italian coffee. There are hundreds of flood warnings on the radio and up to a month's rain is forecast today. I phone Pip to arrange for Andrew to take the dogs later, but she doesn't answer, and so I leave a voice mail. Half an hour later she phones back and it is agreed. After showering and dressing I wash up and then do some admin for an hour before driving to the pool. En route I call in at Right Car with a copy of my driving licence as proof of purchase for Sarah's new Peugeot. Half the pool is taken up with schoolchildren, but before I have finished my warm up they have left and I inherit a free lane once more. I feel much stronger today and complete 2,500m in medleys before retiring to the cafe for lunch. Today, being Friday, the special is fish and chips with garden peas, so I order this with tea and bread and butter. As ever, the food is excellent, and after lunch I check the cinema times and decide to take in "Prometheus", at the Odeon in Hull. First I drive home to drop off my wet swimming togs and to pick up my 3D glasses, and then drive into Hull. Despite setting off an hour before the show time, I only just make it on time, as the heavens open and the traffic is nose to tail all the way. I tend to like Ridley Scott as a director, having seen Black Hawk Down and Gladiator but this film wasn't in that class. Despite an interesting set up, it lost its way to special effects and the narrative and character development suffered as a consequence. By the time the characters were being wiped out you didn't much care because you didn't understand who they were. CGI and 3D can never replace good story telling and direction. After the film I called in at St Stephens, but only bought some cannelloni and some red wine for tomorrow's dinner. The traffic was much lighter on the way home and it only took twenty minutes, arriving back in Tickton around seven. When I got in I toasted some whole meal Pitta bread and ate these with the Humus I made on Wednesday, and I still have half a pound left! After dinner I read until bedtime, and as it falls dark, the big, white, barn owl is hunting in the field beyond the garden.