can I just say i love cheesy spy novels and movies

grew up lovin' 'em, then for a few years had no patience now I find them pleasantly amusing

For your reading pleasure, I present mole rats (with a squick alert):

https://www.theguardian.com/environment/commentisfree/article/2024/aug/06/a-naked-mole-rat-the-worlds-only-eusocial-mammal-has-an-endlessly-pregnant-queen

Happy Tuesday Morning… 😂

Nooooo Tom Hawkins is calling it quits :(

Still waiting for packages ☹️

I have done some random tidying, a load of washing and some sorting of shoes - insoles in one pair, and relacing with elastic for peak laziness in another. I might try walking Mr Woof and hopefully we will return home to packages.

Edit: walk has now been completed. It was lovely out, but still no packages.

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This afternoon is playing all the LPs I haven't listened to yet.

This one I bought without knowing what or who but it just looked interesting. I lolled and lolled when I heard it. It's old tv music.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7uhtbSOX6c0

What a real good luck-bad luck rollercoaster. Got to leave work early and had a good run of traffic... stayed too long on High St while at MKS and got a fucking $200 fine... ugh

Removing and rebuilding this 10m long retaining wall is a bit harder than I thought. 1m down 9m to go!

Digging a metre down found a bunch of mysterious old ceramic pipes (which seriously don't move) that would've been there since 1914 (when the place was built). This place used to be a double block and had a tennis court before it was sub-divided waay back (1950's-ish). Starting to think it was part of the plumbing for a little bougie tennis viewing / outhouse thing.

Sort of conjures up romantic images. Sunny Sunday arvo in spring, everone dressed in their finest cheering on, looking crisp, sipping champagne.

These days though it's someone arse up in the air, coinslot not leaving much to the imagination, digging dirt out of a ditch with their hands (too tight for a shovel) trying to get shit level wearing trackies and a t-shirt.