October 9, 2005

• I am supposed to be proofing a book, however, I've misplaced the word document somewhere, and I need to locate that, or ask for another version, or something.  I thought the wretched thing were saved to my  H: drive, which I can access remotely from home.  However, it's not there, and I can't search effectively, and I want to be back at the machine where I saved the darn document rather than here, and unsure.  Lost documents are always easier to find if you start looking in the place you lost them.  The wonders of the electronic world, and the appalling klutziness of me.

  
  

  I'm now at the chest-cold stage of the cold affair (hurrah?), which means that I'm coughing mightily, and am not going to Lizzie's concert in Wigmore Hall - which means that I get to avoid Jon's parents, not that this is having any sort of an influence on my decisions.  Given that I wanted to turn up, look wonderful, and have his Mother report back on what a simply delicious being I am, I can't be accused of being a coward. However, regardless of how glamourous I look, coughing fit to rip my lung linings out is not going to help either my cause, or anyone else to enjoy the concert.  So, I'll stay put, I would have proof read, instead I'll tidy up a few Guiding things, and put fringing on the Alien scarf and block it (I'm too scared to wash the thing, for fear of dye run, so I'll steam it using an iron instead, 'cos we all know I'm really a scaredy pants at heart, for all the posturing I do).

  
  

  Oooh.  Photo from Friday (oh, hang on, I look really ill, and my hair looks foul).

  
  

  Photo from just now:

  
  

  

  
  

  I haven't gone all kabbalah on you, the postman uses red rubber bands, and I have a surfeit of them, and tend to wrap them round my wrist while I'm trying to decide what to do with them.  I need a dedicated rubber band repository.  I also need to clean that mirror.

  
  

  xxx

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