March 13, 2006

• I'll be with you when I stop wheezing

  I have a two hour training session on Outlook this afternoon.  Yes, this makes perfect sense.  Give the girl training a month after you've given her the software.  I shall be taking knitting with me.

  
  

  Jeepers, but it's too cold round here.  I nearly had an asthma attack while cycling in (of course, I knew exactly where my inhaler was - which was unusual.  In my handbag.  In my bedroom.  Which was usual).

  
  

  My morris team has a new game.  Replace a noun in any film title of your choosing with the word 'willy'.  The mailing list has gone quite, quite mad as a result.  Someone then suggested the game of replacing any song title with a colour in it with the word 'Beige'.  I predict that this will also cause vast amounts of traffic and clog up my inbox.  A Beiger Shade of Pale indeed: although I can now sense that I'll be producing a Rainbow CD for the end of Project Spectrum (must sort out button for that).  

  
  

  And, I swear that the First Aid woman going on about paper cuts has caused me to develop two on my right middle finger.  On a joint, naturally.  How they happened, I know not.  They just appeared.  And they sting.   And they'll take ages to heal, because they're on a springy bit.

  
  

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  So. Photos. 

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  Firstly, it looks like blood to me (it had even gone a bit brown by this point).  Perhaps it can be blamed upon performance art?  When I went past it on Sunday morning, when I took this picture, it was still spattered everywhere.  I haven't been back to check since.

  
  

   What anyone was doing to achieve this is beyond me.  But it's drippy looking, and was spread for a large distance.

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  And then a curly wurly scarf - close up and length.  I think it'll benefit from a wash.  I have  a whole ball of lurex shimmer left, I shall exchange it for a second ball of kid classic and make these.

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  I've just had a fabulously girly evening with Emma.  I feel normal again.  We gossiped about our love lives.  Everyone else I know is either happily single or happily settled.  Lurching from one man to another doesn't seem to be happening to any of my friends other than Emma.

  
  

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