Evil shrimps

Tidying and sorting this morning before heading off into the cold for a walk. Went to the cafe and worked there for three hours drinking Earl Grey tea and working productively on the business book.

Decided then to go for a walk down to the sea and onto the pier. Mooched along listening to tales of student unrest in 1974-79 in Seasons in the Sun. There were one or two occupations while I was Warwick a few years later, but I always failed to see how the occupation of an administration room by a couple of dozen middle class kids was going to bring international capitalism to its knees.

After a while I realised the cold was rather penetrating, and despite having several layers, cap and scarf I was pleased to clamber onto a bus and get home. Listened to my book, and chatted to mum for some time in the afternoon. Lorraine at a meeting where she is a Governator of a school, and when she returned late we zoomed off to the comfort and safety of the Shahi for a cheeky curry and a couple of beers. Given a free calendar of world-famous buildings too.

Watched a programme with David Attenborough that was featuring the Cambrian Burgess Shale creatures including my favourite, Anomalocaris, below which means unusual shrimp. Those two broken off front arms were thought to be odd shrimp fossils, till they found a full body fossil of this strange predator.

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