Beware the Ides of March. Rain and gale force winds again. Although could be worse. In the Troodos mountains the winds just short of hurricane strength. It will be colder there as well. The rain here at times heavy enough that it looks like sleet but isn’t. Temperature actually in the teens.
Our own mountains have disappeared in the mist. Seems particularly strange as we live part way up the mountain side. And on the north the sea has also disappeared. As if the landscape had been an illusion.
The war continues as hopelessly as ever. Including bizarre speculation on the whereabouts of Netanyahu. Our usually reliable sources - none of which are mainstream - admit that most announcements have been highly speculative at best. And not necessary to be a computer expert to spot the sixth finger on one of Bibi’s hands in the photo purporting to prove his continuing health or to note the odd behaviour of the coffee in the cup he is holding. Once more reminded of the title of the biography of rebel journalist the late Claud Cockburn, Believe Nothing Until it has been Officially Denied.
And not all bizarre occurrences are world scale. A small puzzle involving coloured circles that I enjoy on the iPad has just begun giving its - fortunately minimalist - instructions in Vietnamese. I am occasionally given information in Greek or - less often - in Turkish. Explained by varied VPN use. Years ago there was a spate of Czech instructions and, more awkwardly, Japanese. And now Vietnamese. Not one of my keyboards, but there’s always Google translate.
Vietnamese instructions
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