No putting. More painting.

Half an hour on the cross trainer, then a last wee bit of painting round the corner cupboard, the doors of which are wood, but not nice wood like the doors.

My brush arm hovered over the doors for a while, and then, out of my control, shot to the unpainted wood and make a big streak of white. That was it. I had to paint the cupboard doors. And they'll need another coat tomorrow. Still, it was only a half hour job, and I wanted to use the last bit of paint anyway.

Spent part of the morning wrestling with the duvet cover. The winter weight duvet is back on - that was two whole months with it off! - but the electric blanket will have to wait. That's another strenuous job that I will have to work up to. Glad I only wrestle with the duvet cover now and then - people who don't use a sheet and so change duvet covers every week are gluttons for punishment.

I got letters back from both Jetstar and Emirates re my complaint about missing flights in Oz. Jetstar sent two $100 vouchers as a gesture of goodwill. Emirates did nothing. I am still mad at them charging £150 for not showing up for our flight when they knew we weren't going to, but we didn't. I have written an snippy email back, which I quite enjoyed doing.

Had to shoot out for comestibles. The local co-op, which used to be a wee pokey place, has, in my summer absence, been turned into a fairly large supermarket. Very nice. But yes - you guessed it - it now has loud piped muzak 'to enhance the customers' shopping experience'. It does not. I will now only go there for emergencies and will complain each time I'm in. Why does 'progress' mean more noise?

Talking of noise. I did try to watch the wheelchair tennis - it was very watchable, with some good rallies. But at each changeover, where the players have a drink and wipe their brows - there was loud shouty bangy screechy MUZAK! Why?

Good article on the rise of noise pollution.

My blip is of the putting green on the Links. There's always someone putting, in all weathers. We have a couple of clubs, and keep meaning to have a go. But it would have to be a nice evening, and then there would be hundreds of folk. With no doubt someone behind us shouting 'Get a move on!'

I know what golfers are like (thanks to Mr CBL).