October 15, 2009
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Slightly shellshocked
I have ordered a new kitchen. No more cupboard doors that don’t open fully. No more freezer door that doesn’t open. No more drawer that doesn’t open. No more perishing floor with strange green and white bits that refuse to clean off. No more dishwasher that doesn’t drain.
And no relying on parents (possibly some relying on boyfriend, but, if you are allergic to paint fumes, glue fumes and anything of that ilk, some help is required when painting needs doing, floors need changing, and tiles need replacing).
I am a grown up girl, after all. And very lucky to have some redundancy money to use. And a sale. Gosh, but I could not afford this but for a sale.
Last night, I exploded a bicycle inner tube, which was not the cheapest evening. I hit a semi-submerged light while I was avoiding a pedestrian. Wretched SOAS architects. So, I started walking home, realised that this really was a bust inner tube, and flagged down a taxi. Not quite as impressive as when I flagged down a taxi with my foot, but still, from the opposite side of the road and while wielding a bicycle, it was not bad either. I was lucky. One of the cycle shops on the high stree was able to deal with my tyre, even though it was nearly 7pm.
I’m knitting madly. I have finished Sara’s mitten, and now wonder what to put into a goody parcel (Jaffa cakes? Digestives?). I have finished my Welshman’s birthday hat. I may mention now that he shares his birthday with my Grandpop. I’ll have to see if I can take a photo of one of my photos of Grandpop. Mum only mentioned this tonight. I’m currently finishing off Em’s stole, for her Mum, there’s a few more repeats to do.
On Monday, it was the 94th anniversary of Edith Cavell’s death. There were flowers and wreaths on her memorial in Charing Cross Road – I looked because it was unusual to see wreaths before Armistice Day. She was a Norfolk girl, and I often visited her grave at Norwich Cathedral while hanging around waiting for rehearsals to happen (or for my parents to collect me). I’ve also visited Swardeston. We played at a pageant there. I have no idea why, and I don’t remember much about it, other than that it’s in the middle of Nowhere, the way so many places in Norfolk are. I was on my way to coffee but I paused.
“I know now that patriotism is not enough, I must have no hatred and no bitterness towards anyone.” Edith Cavell (1865-1915)
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Comments (3)
I’d vote for digestives, but I’m not sure what Sara likes better.
Congrats on the kitchen ordering! If I didn’t rent, I’d be figuring out how to order a kitchen as well!
Hold off a smidge… I might be sending some stuff over to you at your flat.
Awesome to hear about your kitchen – not to sound rude, but it needs the refresh!
I had an interview on Thursday… waiting to hear back around Tuesdayish. If I don’t get a job soon, I might come and visit you.
Oh, and don’t make an urchin, unless you really want to. I have one in the works for you. Found some awesome Colinette thick-and-thin yarn that’ll work perfecto.