This week another couple of shots from our recent trip down the Thames. And just for variety here are a couple of Thames dredgers.

Thames Dredger, Aasli
October 2013; London

Thames Dredger, Arklow Rebel
October 2013; London
I think we can probably all identify with this week’s cartoon …
Further links to interesting (well to me, at least) articles you may have missed. Yet again let’s start with the scientific, which unusually(?!) seems to be the majority.
First off we have a piece from the New York Times which again highlights that the biggest public health worry from the Fukushima disaster is not the radiation and cancer but the psychological effects on those involved. This appeared the same day as a piece in Discover about the unexpectedly loose connection between radioactivity and cancer.


A few weeks ago, for Noreen’s birthday, we went on a trip down the Thames on the paddle-steamer Waverley, which is a magnificent boat. Leaving Tower Bridge in at the height of the morning rush hour we chugged down to Southend where we spent a few hours and returned up the Thames in the twilight and early evening.
It was a grand day out and needless to sat I took a lot of photos. Many aren’t very good — moving boats and cameras tend not to work too well together — and I’m still working on the better ones. Here’s one that I’ve finished working up: it is a montage of several shots taken looking north as we sailed under the QE2 Bridge at Dartford.

I thought we’d have some more pussy porn, after all the internetz is reserved for pussy innit. So here is Tilly the Kitten — some kitten at 24 weeks! — reclining this morning on my desk. She has a promising career ahead as a paperweight — when she’s not being a demolition specialist, that is!



This week’s cartoon just about sums up my week …
November is National Novel Writing Month.
Can you write a novel in a month? That’s the challenge for all you budding authors. The idea is to write a 50,000 word novel in just thirty days. The deadline is 2359 hrs on 30 November!
Tintinnabulation
A ringing of a bell or bells, bell-ringing; the sound or music so produced. The lingering sound that occurs after a bell has been struck.
The OED gives the first recorded use as late as 1831 and is ascribed to Edgar Allen Poe in his poem The Bells.
Oh and the word derives from the Latin tintinnābulum, a bell.
Isn’t it just a wonderful onomatopoeic word?
I thought it was about time we had some more cat porn. So here is Tilly the (not so small) kitten taken earlier today. She is now almost 23 weeks and growing nicely. But as you see she is such a poor neglected kitten she has to sleep amongst the filing on the study floor! The rest of the time she’s charging around like Evel Knievel — or eating. Well typical teenager really!

I love curiosities!
Early on Friday afternoon I had my annual flu jab. By the evening I was beginning to feel meh. Yesterday I was fit for nothing; not full flu but everything except the severe body aches and high temperature. So I spent the day curled up under the duvet, mostly asleep. Not nice, but better this than having full-blown flu.
I understand why this can be a side-effect of the flu jab: basically it is an immune reaction to the (dead) bits of virus in the inoculation which stimulate the immune system to produce antibodies that protect against the real virus. So it is working as designed.
