Here comes the rainbow and Admin2 is home again and ticker-tee-boo. Thank you.
The bow is not that wow, but Admin1 was working on a pun concerning a brilliant sundog that dwindled before he could photograph it, and likewise this rainbow faded away before Admin2 could snap it through the red and golden leaves.
Admin1 is rereading Flesh Wounds by Christopher Brookmyre. Admin2 is reading The Great Swindle by Pierre Lemaitre; a jockey club member with friends in high places gets government contracts and does everything on the cheap. Wouldn’t happen here…
This rainbow appeared in the sky to celebrate Admin1 getting an emerald badge representing one year of research into COVID-19 after only three months of crunching!
Admin2 is reading Knife by Jo Nesbo.
At last a rainy day, and a faint pastel rainbow. So April is no longer our driest month ever, prevously tied with April 2015, but it is our sunniest April ever (not just us either), beating April 2015. Digging for victory week 5: carrots, onions and radishes all growing, beans and courgettes ready to plant out. Neighbours say 2 foxes and 4 hedgehogs spend nights in our gardens. Hope they eat snails.
Admin1 is reading Absolution Gap by Alastair Reynolds.
[update] Next day: another April shower and a more impressive rainbow.
Sunshine sparkling on the spray from the sprinkler on our sunniest April day ever: 11.82kWh, the fourth >10kWh day this week with more to come if the forecast is right. From further away the physics of light on water makes a rainbow, symbol of these days.
Admin1 is reading Redemption Ark by Alastair Reynolds.
Rainbows in windows is the latest meme to give community spirit to a nation of shut-ins. Tonight millions of people gathered at doors and windows to applaud the NHS. People have never been so united while avoiding each other like the…
Today was the sunniest day this year (and our fourth sunniest March day ever): 7.928kWh.
An absolutely splendid rainbow marks the end of several miserable wet cold days. Roll on summer!
We are watching Line of Duty series 5 and Admin2 watched No Exit.
Admin2 is reading Luna: Moon Rising by Ian McDonald; no idea what was going on, there were millions of characters all fighting each other.
We scored 7.5 on the GWQ.
Admin1 is reading Dark Water by Robert Bryndza — competent, but nothing special. Admin2 is reading Fatal Music by Peter Morfoot
Coffee of the day: Brazil Passeio Icatu: rich and scented with citrus blossom.
After just under 7 years, we passed 10 megawatt hours today on our solar power monitor, although the FITS meter is ahead at 10,282kWh.
And a few hours later, this appeared to celebrate:
And here’s a pisspoor panorama of the same bow:
Admin1 is rereading Resurrection Men by Ian Rankin. Admin2 is reading The Burning Man by Christopher Fowler
Birds fly over one rainbow and under another.
Admin1 is reading Last Rites by John Harvey. Admin2 is reading Children of Blood and Bone by Tomi Adeyemi, an enjoyable fantasy about magic in an otherworldly Nigeria, somewhat spoiled by the afterwordly contention that #BlackLivesMatter, which they do of course, but the politics of the story was monarchy vs wizardry.
Rain that doesn’t reach the ground, and a rainbow that doesn’t reach the sky.
Admin2 is reading The Outcasts of Time by Ian Mortimer; two mediaeval plague victims have the chance to save their souls by living for one day in each of the next six centuries.
We are watching Unforgotten.
We scored 7 on the GWQ.
Happy Birthday Lee. Here is a cake (thx Chris) with sprinkles (thx Audrey)
Admin1 is reading Beyond the Truth by Anne Holt.
Coffee of the day: Tanzania Tarime Natural; sharp and citrussy.
We had proper rain this afternoon at last, and a not very bright rainbow.
Admin1 is reading Race to the Kill by Helen Cadbury. Admin2 is reading Thin Ice by Quentin Bates, a racy read that constantly chopped between a large cast of varyingly unsavoury characters and a detective who was too involved with her dysfunctional family to catch most of them.
Admin2 awoke at 5am to the sight of a pastel dawn sky emblazoned with an enormous rainbow in dazzling sweetshop colours with the dawn chorus in the background and probably unicorns flying above. The cameras were downstairs, it was too big to photograph through the window. By the time admin2 got the door open and stepped outside in her underwear it had vanished. An hour’s hopeful wait for it to return produced this dot. Oh well. It wasn’t raining either; hasn’t for weeks.
Admin1 is reading Thin Air by Ann Cleeves — like all her books, competent and readable but unremarkable.