September 9, 2007

• Brownie Accounts (I will give up the idea of reconciling last year's and pass them on to the auditor, with that note, and hope that I don't get yelled at).
• Work (only if I feel very energetic: I don't currently). Three hours later, and I feel even less energetic.  Tuesday night will be the night, I think, I'll stay late.
• Fit new thermostat
• Laundry begun.
• Tidy bedroom  begun as well.
• Wrap baby Zachary's booties: seems the History Department at Warwick is full of scandal, and my old Tutor pounced on a very pretty new arrival from the US, promptly got her pregnant and married her.  Baby Zachary is very cute.  I knitted camouflage booties.  Here seen to the right of my Estonian mittens.

  

• Acquire card for Zachary & family.
• Breakfast (doesn't it look nice?

  

  Those are Oakham Blue eggs, in matching eggcups from Paperchase that just sort of happened)

  • Empty dishwasher Jo got to it first.
  • Contact Karen and sort out a time to go through PH qualification.
  • Knit in French.
  • Pack up chocolate for Haze-E who recorded stuff off the radio for me
  • Finish ripping Salmon of Doubt.
  • Contact Pack Holiday place.

  Only a little list, because I really do feel quite grim round the edges, and it's not just due to the alcohol.  I think it's got something to do with the fact that I didn't get to bed after our trip to the Last Night of the Proms until about 2am, and then was woken at 4.35am by the most incredibly noisy argument going on in the street.  The guy who was being argued with had much more patience than I.  He didn't yell back.  Eventually, Rachel, who was shrieking like a banshee and using the sort of language that gets one told off at the office, was bundled into another car and I was able to go back to sleep.

  Oh.  And I developed a crush on one of my fellow queue mates.  Sadly, he has a girlfriend (but I made some excellent eye contact.  Perhaps due to his Frenchness?).  If only I could locate him on Facebook, but I don't have a surname.  Gah!  That, and I don't do the 'other woman' thing.  I did it once at University, and we all just got very very hurt, despite the fact that everyone ostensibly 'behaved' in a reasonable sort of manner and no-one so much as snogged anyone else's boyfriend while they were still someone else's boyfriend.

  There would have been photos, but I forgot my camera.  Here.  Have a picture of the singing Handyman instead.  He was singing Elvis while motoring slowly down Piccadilly last weekend.

  

  xxx