B-movie; scaffolding; job hunt

Ruth and I amused ourselves at the weekend by watching a videotaped copy of the 1950s movie From Hell It Came, which one of the family taped off the TV at my parents' place some years back. I had thought Hannah had appropriated the tape, but Mum and Dad turned it up while clearing out their attics. Couldn't resist the opportunity for a second viewing as it is quite ridiculous.

Had booked Monday morning as leave so went for an early walk, part of my half-arsed attempt at an exercise routine, then met Ray at Julia's Meadow for breakfast. Here's a photo I took of officially the best coffee in Reading, while waiting for Ray to turn up. He had just returned from another 'camping' weekend in Woolacombe with Emma, following the partial conversion of the back of his van into a rough-and-ready camper. Am still deriving considerable amusement from this, though I detect faint affront on Ray's side.

Arrived back at Old Groveway mid-morning to discover a man on the back patio erecting scaffolding. Somewhat surprised, we had a brief conversation before I firmly drew all the curtains (floor-to-ceiling windows on both floors can have their down sides). I arrived at work to an email from my landlord, timed, suspiciously, only about 15 minutes earlier, apologising for the scaffolding and claiming that he hadn't known in advance that it was going to be necessary. As I had heard the scaffolder on the phone to him shortly before leaving, I suspected that the conversation had included something along the lines of "your tenant don't look too happy, mate". The purpose of the scaffolding is to replace the fascia just above the living room window, as part of this appears to have rotted. I had assumed that this task could have been achieved with a long ladder rather than scaffolding, but evidently not. The original wooden fascia is apparently being replaced with a length of uPVC, which is probably understandable but a bit of a shame, as this development must have originally had an attractive coherent look when viewed from the rear. Some of the properties have retained their wooden windows, but several, including mine, have had theirs replaced with white uPVC. It's a travesty. Obviously, when I win EuroMillions, I'll buy the whole development and restore it to its original glory (assuming I win enough to make the necessary outlay mere small change).

Job-hunting now on a weekly basis, both at selected institutions and at www.jobs.ac.uk. Seen a few possibilities, though annoyingly, several of them have been at institutions in East Anglia, as jobs.ac.uk conflates this into its ‘South East England’ category which is, obviously, entirely wrong. Interesting job titles noted during today’s search included Slaughterman (at the University of Bristol – unsure what department) and Heavy Duty Cleaner, which sounds, if anything, even less pleasant.