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chaletianOh, I’m tired. No sleep for me last night, apparently. Which is Bad, because our social calendar this week is filled to the brim with Late Night Events, and at some stage I need to tidy my room, because my parents are (finally) coming to visit FT this weekend. But right now: knackered. And shit, I meant to take some chicken out of the freezer so we could have fajitas tonight, but just realised I forgot. Pah. Katie, ma chère, any chance of you being able to pick up some spinach on the way home?
Anyway, the weekend:
My clothes had fortuitously dried by the time I went home. Not that I went home, of course. The Brownies were having a BBQ-esque shindig to which I had been invited, so I bopped off to that, and briefly helped do things in the kitchen, with the assistance of D’s mother, who is really, really nice and sadly moving to Ireland. The actual barbecuing had been left (rather foolishly, I can’t help but feel) in the hands of Rosie and Pim. A strategic error, I believe, though apparently the tomato ketchup was enough to drown out any lingering petrol fumes… Anyway, it was all very pleasant, and Rosie and Imanaged to avoid doing any clearing up whatsoever were extremely helpful in getting rid of lots of food. And there was more chocolate giftiness than there were proper Brownie Guiders, and so I got a share – mwahahaha!! (Plus, of course, two onions and eight bread rolls. FT did well out of the Brownie BBQ.)
Katie and I came home, pobbled about for a bit, and then headed out again for to buy Harry P, which was an entertaining outing (I told my grandmother about it subsequently – her chief response was “£8.99? Rosie got in Tesco for £5!”), and though a couple of would-be-spoilers were shouted out from the front of the queue, I determinedly ignored them (and was proved right to do so). When we got home, we pottered for a bit (ha), and I set myself up with hot chocolate and some grated cheese (it was after one o’clock in the morning; let’s not delve too deeply into what my brain was doing), and snuggled up in bed for a bit of actual Pottering. My thoughts on the subject have been recorded elsewhere, so I shall not repeat them here, though I would like to reiterate that I thought it was an excellent book, and may well re-read it before too long. I finished it erelong, and deposited it in the agreed no-contact zone (the stool in the hall) for Katie to read when she got up. Then I went to bed, and slept like, as the saying goes, the seven sleepers of Ephesus rolled into one (it might not be Ephesus; I think I made that up).
I arose later in the day, had a shower, got dressed, all that jazz. Went into town and bought a bit more material and some proper dress-making scissors and a yellow-striped t-shirt (vee nice). Can’t really remember what I did for the rest of the day, to be honest. We may have watched a bit of TV in the evening. Then again, we might not. Can’t remember what… oh, no, I can. Savoury pancakes. So that was what I did in the evening, then. Good to know.
Moving on to Sunday, now. Had to get up absurdly early. Pah. Dressed myself in aforementioned yellow-striped t-shirt, jeans, yellow-striped socks (it was like a theme), hiking boots, and shoved cag and hoodie into bag (the better to be prepared for any and all weathersome eventualities), and followed Katie to Regent’s Park where she and Jess and Jess’s friend Ruth were running the 5K Race for Life. I was there to hold Katie’s bag and Be Supportive (which I entirely failed to do, on account of having a Non-Human day and being unable to display any emotion, much less cheer. Even applause was asking a bit much). I did manage to hold her bag, though, and even carry it for a while. Oh yes. Anyway, it was all quite fun (for me, obviously, not doing Anything At All), and they all did jolly well. Bopped back onto the tube with Katie and Ruth, discussing Harry P, hopefully not spoiling anyone around us (though that, I think, is a doomed hope). Had a quick detour to Sainsbury’s to get lunch and tea (bread and brie; pizza and garlic bread) and then home.
The afternoon was a languid one. Read a bit. Did a bit of patchwork curtain preparation. Had a little nap. Woke up at eight o’clock thinking, “fuck, late for work again!” until I realised it was still Sunday evening, not Monday morning. We had our tea, watched an episode and a half of NCIS and then Dexter (still great). All hail FX, frankly. And they’re showing The Wire from the start as of this evening, and I really want to see that, though am also a bit keen on the concept of an early night. It’s a tricky one. Might actually have to video it. Anyway, that’s it I think. I shall leap off now.
Anyway, the weekend:
My clothes had fortuitously dried by the time I went home. Not that I went home, of course. The Brownies were having a BBQ-esque shindig to which I had been invited, so I bopped off to that, and briefly helped do things in the kitchen, with the assistance of D’s mother, who is really, really nice and sadly moving to Ireland. The actual barbecuing had been left (rather foolishly, I can’t help but feel) in the hands of Rosie and Pim. A strategic error, I believe, though apparently the tomato ketchup was enough to drown out any lingering petrol fumes… Anyway, it was all very pleasant, and Rosie and I
Katie and I came home, pobbled about for a bit, and then headed out again for to buy Harry P, which was an entertaining outing (I told my grandmother about it subsequently – her chief response was “£8.99? Rosie got in Tesco for £5!”), and though a couple of would-be-spoilers were shouted out from the front of the queue, I determinedly ignored them (and was proved right to do so). When we got home, we pottered for a bit (ha), and I set myself up with hot chocolate and some grated cheese (it was after one o’clock in the morning; let’s not delve too deeply into what my brain was doing), and snuggled up in bed for a bit of actual Pottering. My thoughts on the subject have been recorded elsewhere, so I shall not repeat them here, though I would like to reiterate that I thought it was an excellent book, and may well re-read it before too long. I finished it erelong, and deposited it in the agreed no-contact zone (the stool in the hall) for Katie to read when she got up. Then I went to bed, and slept like, as the saying goes, the seven sleepers of Ephesus rolled into one (it might not be Ephesus; I think I made that up).
I arose later in the day, had a shower, got dressed, all that jazz. Went into town and bought a bit more material and some proper dress-making scissors and a yellow-striped t-shirt (vee nice). Can’t really remember what I did for the rest of the day, to be honest. We may have watched a bit of TV in the evening. Then again, we might not. Can’t remember what… oh, no, I can. Savoury pancakes. So that was what I did in the evening, then. Good to know.
Moving on to Sunday, now. Had to get up absurdly early. Pah. Dressed myself in aforementioned yellow-striped t-shirt, jeans, yellow-striped socks (it was like a theme), hiking boots, and shoved cag and hoodie into bag (the better to be prepared for any and all weathersome eventualities), and followed Katie to Regent’s Park where she and Jess and Jess’s friend Ruth were running the 5K Race for Life. I was there to hold Katie’s bag and Be Supportive (which I entirely failed to do, on account of having a Non-Human day and being unable to display any emotion, much less cheer. Even applause was asking a bit much). I did manage to hold her bag, though, and even carry it for a while. Oh yes. Anyway, it was all quite fun (for me, obviously, not doing Anything At All), and they all did jolly well. Bopped back onto the tube with Katie and Ruth, discussing Harry P, hopefully not spoiling anyone around us (though that, I think, is a doomed hope). Had a quick detour to Sainsbury’s to get lunch and tea (bread and brie; pizza and garlic bread) and then home.
The afternoon was a languid one. Read a bit. Did a bit of patchwork curtain preparation. Had a little nap. Woke up at eight o’clock thinking, “fuck, late for work again!” until I realised it was still Sunday evening, not Monday morning. We had our tea, watched an episode and a half of NCIS and then Dexter (still great). All hail FX, frankly. And they’re showing The Wire from the start as of this evening, and I really want to see that, though am also a bit keen on the concept of an early night. It’s a tricky one. Might actually have to video it. Anyway, that’s it I think. I shall leap off now.
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Date: 2007-07-23 11:51 am (UTC)