I did a quick bit of maths and reckon it will be somewhere between 600,000 and 700,000. So hurtling towards the million mark.
Just occasionally I talk about my day and what I have done over the previous 24 hours. So here goes with my Wednesday.
I was up early to do some more work on my Hethersett Herald e-magazine. I'm sure I have mentioned this far too many times. I'm at work on the November edition. There's plenty of news around at the moment from serious problems with the health situation in the village to the building of a new pavilion. I hope that the e-magazine is a good reflection of village life, not just in Norfolk but in the wider world.
I would be very interested to hear from people who don't live in the village. Do you get anything from reading it and what do you think of it? The November edition will be online from the last week in October.
Work on the publication usually takes up much of the first two hours of each day and then much of the evening as well.
At 9.45 am I caught the bus into Norwich to meet a friend for coffee. The bus decanted us (if that's what a bus does) in St Stephen's and I was able to admire the £6.1 million improvements to the road (of course here I'm being ironic). The only thing that appears to have changed is the angle at which the buses park!
Norwich is almost awash with coffee shops and cafes. Tried a new one yesterday called Sahara in St Benedict's. There was a good atmosphere, it's quite obviously popular and the coffee was beautifully strong and the cakes (well I'm trying to give them up and failing miserably) were scrumptious.
Since Christmas I have had a £20 Waterstones voucher in my wallet without spending it. Yesterday I made a big effort to at last spend it and came away with two paperbacks. I always think that's a derogatory term - paperback. For me it conjures up the idea of cheap literature rather than just a description of the type of book. That's probably because of the Beatles song Paperback Writer.
Dear Sir or Madam, will you read my book?
It took me years to write, will you take a look?
It's based on a novel by a man named Lear
And I need a job so I want to be a paperback writer
Just as an aside, I was driving the car on Tuesday and caught a feature on the afternoon show on Radio Two where they play lesser-known songs that wouldn't usually get radio play. Somebody contacted them and suggested "You Never Give Me Your Money" by the Beatles which comes from one of my favourite Beatles albums Abbey Road.
Sadly, DJ Scott Mills (for I believe it was he) admitted that he had never heard the song before and then compounded his ignorance by saying that none of his production team had heard it either. Note to Scott - never admit your ignorance. We are talking the Beatles here and not some unknown 1960s band from Accrington known as The Stanleys.
But back to the paperbacks as I have been digressing again. I was tempted by a history of Abbey Road recording studios in London, but eventually plumped for one of their buy one and get one half price offers and ended with "Nuclear Folly" by Serhii Plokhy (who?) and a "Village In The Third Reich" by Julia Boyd. Pretty heavy stuff admittedly. The first of these is about the Cuban Missile Crisis. I find myself fascinated by Medieval history but also by modern 20th century history. I am particularly fascinated by dictators and how they get away with what they got away with if you know what I mean. Lenin, Stalin, Hitler etc etc. I had better not continue or I will be banned by Facebook but I think you get my drift.
I ate as usual on Norwich Market. Got my customary chips from Lucy's Chip Stall which now also does mushy peas (yippee).
The lady in front of me was asked what she wanted and said:
"Two small chips please."
The wag behind the counter handed her a chip and her friend a chip and burst out laughing. More banter continued.
"I wouldn't want to work with me," he quipped.
Then he asked me what I wanted.
"One small chip please," I said with a straight face (as opposed to a crooked face).
"I know what you're expecting so I'm not going there," he said. Ho Ho Ho.
So I got the bus home, had a haircut (which one I ask you) and then did some bits and pieces for the rest of the day.
Today I'm offering my left arm as a pin cushion again for the annual flu jab. I hope there's some point to it.
Speak to you all again tomorrow.