March 22, 2008

• Feels like Sunday

  However, it is actually Saturday.  So, I think I need a list…

  • Supermarket (including paper) Tried Morrisons, which had very many copies of The Sun, and The Mirror and The Mail and every other redtop, but no Times, so I ended up at Sainsbury.
  • Laundry (fourth load of three is on)
  • Sort out Pack Holiday plan – need a timetable, and various other bits of random stuff.
  • Email GinC from the other Unit to find out if she’s in London or not and if it would make life easier if I went over and picked things up (I do not wish to do either of these tasks).  Go over, if required.
  • Go through record collection and get rid of albums I’m never going to listen to e.g. Sefton and Bartholomew play Simon and Garfunkel’s Greatest Hits.  need to take them to the secondhand shop.
  • Write
  • Finish that darn sleeve
  • Photograph of the newly reknitted collar from the strange Jaeger Jumper (it’s very snuggly to wear, so I am wearing it now that it’s much easier to get over my head – a byproduct of not having a tight collar is that the sleeves are much longer now, which is glorious).

  

  (the picture on the left, where I am practising my Posh Pout is the truest colour wise – can’t cope with self-portraiture using flash in any way, shape, or form).

  • Fold up the Intern’s laundry and try not to laugh too much at the brown striped silk boxers complete with Homer Simpson motif that he seems to have acquired recently… Laughed my head off.  Incidentally, I’m only folding his laundry ‘cos I want to use the drying rack.
  • Acquire navy blazer bid on eBay.
  • Darn the sleeve on my big grey sweater, which has disintegrated on being laundered, as usual: this is why I rarely launder it.

  I’ve sent the Intern to look at the Museums – V&A, and The Natural History Museum and The Science Museum.  I think he’ll enjoy those three far more than Kensington Palace, which is nice, but not that interesting unless you want to see royal dresses and it also costs to get into.  Dresses are lovely, but rather more girly than blokey, really.  Hampton Court is a much better use of a chap’s afternoon, but, again, that’s just my opinion.

  I ended up doing an hour of work last night, as a couple of servers went a little nutso.  However, I still made it to the ceilidh in time for the second half, and was brought up to speed on everyone else’s love lives, which is jolly nice.  I met Tawny Owl there and managed to ensure that she had someone to dance with for all the dances of the second half, as she’d been too shy to ask anyone (bless) and, because I was so late, they wouldn’t let me pay which was so very, very sweet that I’m rather charmed.  It was an excellent ceilidh – I don’t feel too hard done by but oh, I wish I’d been there for the first half.  Tickled Pink rock, and I’m so pleased I actually got there.  If I could find some music on t’internet, I’d be linking to it, but a brief search has not revealed anything particularly useful in that vein.  Ah well.  This is the second time running that I’ve been late to a Tickled Pink Ceilidh when Gordon’s been calling – and I’ve still had a marvellously brilliant time.  I’m not sure I could manage a full ceilidh.  The fun might just kill me.

  The Boy reports that the Channel is a tad choppy.

  xxx

  (Somewhat amazed that the Amazon link thingy actually has a link to the correct album.  This is vinyl, you see).

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