Friday and fencing

l slept in this morning - mostly immobilised by a sore throat, but managed to pry myself out of bed sometime after 9. It was going to be a "Super" day - or, less enigmatically, today was finally the day An and I had slated to see "Man of Steel"! We had tried a couple of times before ... but this time it WAS going to happen! S had decided to do The Coffee Club lunch with the others, so An and I would see the 12:30 session, which would finish as they were finishing - and there was a chance we could meet them afterwards ... and all that would have been feasible and worked incredibly well if I had known how to convert minutes to hours. For future reference: 143 minutes is closer to 2.5 hours than 2. By the time the movie finished (we had let Sy and S know the finish time when we arrived at the cinema) the others had moved on - and Sy had had to rush home to attend to some (yes, another) renovation Issue - leaving the car for An to drive home as she (Sy) had taken a lift with Az. M elected to wait with S so she wasn't on her lonesome when I finally arrived a little later.

The film was fantastic: action-packed from the first frames, and incredibly loud! I was glad I hadn't read anything about it - although I had seen the trailer- because that may have spoiled the whole experience. It was amazing how The Man of Steel could have a massive fight sequence, several of them, and still not have a hair out of place. Absolutely amazing! And I still don't know how newspaper intern Jenny managed to survive. She looked like a goner a few times there - especially when the building fell on her and Perry White!

As we drove back down the lane into Latimers, P, B's brother, was hard at work, screwing palings back into the paddock fence. Earlier in the week, M had tried to nail the palings back on, but as she tried nailing one on, one further down would pop up. But P is all over it (what a difference power tools make) and has even asked for any spare palings M has so he can do the job as best he can. He's fairly versatile and from the job he did with the trenching - and this - we know he's thorough!

The approaching storm

Tinka is still being very low key. She spent most of the day in M's room, although she did go out in the sun at one point (she seems to need that, just like The Man of Steel whose extraordinary powers come from a concentration of the Sun's rays' radiation in his body ... and me) and this evening she did come in on our bed - where she and I had a little nap, with her head cradled in my hand ... just to make sure she kept warm.

It was another evening in, here at Latimers, and no doubt the ratings people will be on the phone to see if it is really true that A, B and C were all in front of the television, and logged in to the system, for two hours. Of course, we weren't watching real television at that time - we were watching the recorded final episode of "Packed to the Rafters" and this week's "Offspring". It was during this "marathon" viewing that the rains came ... I was surprised it had taken that long ... at one point this afternoon, a storm looked imminent!