These are words Xanthe chose for me:
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chaletian1. Notburga
Ha! Notburga was a wench in olde Austria who... probably did something. She had a sickle. In the Achensee area, she's all over the shop, with statues and what have you. We collected Notburga points (to the extent where any female figure wielding farming equipment was debated over, as I recall). Awesomeness.
2. vegan lasagna
Weeellll, I can make it (not very well, these days, I fear: the last couple of times have been decidedly sub par)! Actually, its best outing was in Austria, when Cat provided moral support and advice over the white sauce. It was a triumph of culinary skill, given that the flat we rented was equipment with plates, cutlery and one massive steel frying pan.
3. Tirolervolkskunstmuseum (aka angels on sticks & camels in hats)
A hilarious museum in Innsbruck that featured about fifty million wardrobes and, as Xanthe says, angels on sticks (whence comes, I rather think, the urge to put everything on sticks). Also wooden rooms. I said something funny (natch), and Rosie fell crack onto her knees. It was highly amusing. I imagine between us we scooped up a few Notburga or nun points (incidentally, saw three in the Natural History Museum taking pictures of the diplodocus) whilst there.
4. 20 questions
Is this Who Am I? A sterling game, oft played by me and Katie. I also spent a bus journey playing a very high-minded version with Xanthe - I think one of the people was Beatrice Webb...
5. Bath
I really like Bath. It has lovely historical bits, and nice shops, and is a fine place to visit. We went a while ago - actually, when was that? - and it were lovely. Need to go again, actually...
Ha! Notburga was a wench in olde Austria who... probably did something. She had a sickle. In the Achensee area, she's all over the shop, with statues and what have you. We collected Notburga points (to the extent where any female figure wielding farming equipment was debated over, as I recall). Awesomeness.
2. vegan lasagna
Weeellll, I can make it (not very well, these days, I fear: the last couple of times have been decidedly sub par)! Actually, its best outing was in Austria, when Cat provided moral support and advice over the white sauce. It was a triumph of culinary skill, given that the flat we rented was equipment with plates, cutlery and one massive steel frying pan.
3. Tirolervolkskunstmuseum (aka angels on sticks & camels in hats)
A hilarious museum in Innsbruck that featured about fifty million wardrobes and, as Xanthe says, angels on sticks (whence comes, I rather think, the urge to put everything on sticks). Also wooden rooms. I said something funny (natch), and Rosie fell crack onto her knees. It was highly amusing. I imagine between us we scooped up a few Notburga or nun points (incidentally, saw three in the Natural History Museum taking pictures of the diplodocus) whilst there.
4. 20 questions
Is this Who Am I? A sterling game, oft played by me and Katie. I also spent a bus journey playing a very high-minded version with Xanthe - I think one of the people was Beatrice Webb...
5. Bath
I really like Bath. It has lovely historical bits, and nice shops, and is a fine place to visit. We went a while ago - actually, when was that? - and it were lovely. Need to go again, actually...
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Date: 2009-05-27 09:48 pm (UTC)• St Notburga was born in Rattenburg in Tirol and came to Eben as a farm worker. The farmer made his employees work on a Sunday but St Notburga prayed for a sign from God that this was wrong and according to legend, threw her sickle into the air where it was suspended on a shaft of sunlight. Frankly I think that sounds very dangerous; and it is not behaviour that I would encourage. You could take someone’s eye out…
3. for moment there thought you had multiple apparitions of St N taking pics in the NH museum & was quite worried...
4. It is yes. That was an esp splendid game. Called to a sad halt, IIRC, by your having to leap off the bus...
5. It was, mon chou, the spring of 2005. Which is an awfully long time ago. Oh - the telephone museum, it was glorious...