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Jul. 14th, 2005 06:23 pmAhahahaha. I passed my theory test!
And yes, it would have been embarrassing if I hadn't. I dropped two marks on the multiple choice, and scraped the hazard perception by a laughably small margin, but I passed. As my certificate informs me, I now have until July 13th 2007 to pass my driving test. That this is very much in doubt tells you how much of a bad driver I actually am. My driving instructor tells me my practical incompetence is an unfortunate side-effect of "all that book-learning." I don't know whether to believe him or not.
So, today is a day of CONFUSION and CHAOS. Mainly because my family (all three of us) woke up this morning to realise, oh, yes, we're going to Australia tomorrow. And none of us has done anything at all in the way of preparation. Panicpanicpanic, etc. For me, the general joy of yay, going to Australia is tempered by the fact I'm going to Australia on July 14th 2005. I miss Half-Blood Prince! I miss the Pritchards midnight party, which I'm honestly gutted about. It's going to be such fun, and instead of wages for two hours' work I would have got my book, in a nice bag with vouchers, and we're having people in costume and refreshments and if it's anything like last time, a queue stretching out the door and through the silent village.
Not fair!
And, to make it a little worse, I rather think the midnight deadline will pass while in mid-flight. Anyone know if I'd be able to get the book at the airport in Singapore? Which edition would it be if I could?
In any case, my Pritchards copy has been set aside for me and at worst I'll have two copies. I need the British edition to match my current ones. Naturally.
Yes, tantrum over. My flight itinerary is long and complex. The agreement was very simple - we wanted to celebrate Pedar's birthday (it's a milestone sort of birthday) at the end of June, my mother suggest going to Darwin to visit his brother and his family (if you're playing along at home, these are Shlok and Sunny, my beloved poker-players from Delhi at Christmas, and their parents) and later to Sydney, via Newcastle to pick up Sunny, who's reading medicine there. She even agreed to pay for it, if I did my part and arranged the entire thing from scratch. So this is my plan, my itinerary, represents hours on the phone to travel agents, airlines and a surreal conversation with the Australian High Commission, and I was still stupid enough to schedule it on the fifteenth rather than sixteenth. Waaah.
Still, once I've got my book and read it - hopefully in the eight hours between Singapore and Darwin - I'll be much more cheerful. The full plan is painful and looks ( like this - cut to spare you from the triviality )
So there will be lots of time for reading. Also, Darwin is famed for its beaches, so I plan to spend even more time on the beach, reading. As well as (hopefully) Half-Blood Prince, I have The Algebraist, American Gods and two more Targets, The Sunmakers and The Face of Evil. There will be more, I fear.
Mmmm, that's all. Yesterday I was in London, which was very much fun; my mother needed moral support for something or other, but most of my role in being supportive was concluded by Tuesday night, so I had a day to kill wandering round London. I ended up having a rather nice picnic at Green Park with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
amchau. We took cherries and sandwiches to a nice shady spot below a tree and spent the the afternoon chatting and people-watching. The game of the day turned out to be spotting who, out of the many people we could see in the park from our shady spot beneath a tree, was really an alien in disguise.
This slowly mutated into a conversation about how you would know if you were a Time Lord in disguise, and why do they need two hearts, anyway? By the time I had quite planted a small cherry forest around where we were sitting, we'd finished off mpreg, aliens, Russian spies in disguise and had just about plotted a crossover fic between us. I hope she writes it, as I don't have the time this weekend, because it's a deliciously simple but good idea. I was also trying to convert her to my Target books, because in the latest one I'm reading, the Doctor spends the majority of the story tied to a bed. No, not in the good way; and yet, I have this strange desire to quote bits of it out of context. I think I'll just hide under the bed until it goes away.
And yes, that's it. I don't know what net access I'm going to have over the next couple of weeks, but I probably will have some. I'm not taking my phone, so I guess I'll be uncontactable for a bit.hathy_col is back tomorrow from the Planet of the Daleks, so she can field any questions about Mauve And Dangerous (along with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
m_a_d_awards, and besides that, I don't think there's anything else anyone might need me for. Be good without me, flist.
And yes, it would have been embarrassing if I hadn't. I dropped two marks on the multiple choice, and scraped the hazard perception by a laughably small margin, but I passed. As my certificate informs me, I now have until July 13th 2007 to pass my driving test. That this is very much in doubt tells you how much of a bad driver I actually am. My driving instructor tells me my practical incompetence is an unfortunate side-effect of "all that book-learning." I don't know whether to believe him or not.
So, today is a day of CONFUSION and CHAOS. Mainly because my family (all three of us) woke up this morning to realise, oh, yes, we're going to Australia tomorrow. And none of us has done anything at all in the way of preparation. Panicpanicpanic, etc. For me, the general joy of yay, going to Australia is tempered by the fact I'm going to Australia on July 14th 2005. I miss Half-Blood Prince! I miss the Pritchards midnight party, which I'm honestly gutted about. It's going to be such fun, and instead of wages for two hours' work I would have got my book, in a nice bag with vouchers, and we're having people in costume and refreshments and if it's anything like last time, a queue stretching out the door and through the silent village.
Not fair!
And, to make it a little worse, I rather think the midnight deadline will pass while in mid-flight. Anyone know if I'd be able to get the book at the airport in Singapore? Which edition would it be if I could?
In any case, my Pritchards copy has been set aside for me and at worst I'll have two copies. I need the British edition to match my current ones. Naturally.
Yes, tantrum over. My flight itinerary is long and complex. The agreement was very simple - we wanted to celebrate Pedar's birthday (it's a milestone sort of birthday) at the end of June, my mother suggest going to Darwin to visit his brother and his family (if you're playing along at home, these are Shlok and Sunny, my beloved poker-players from Delhi at Christmas, and their parents) and later to Sydney, via Newcastle to pick up Sunny, who's reading medicine there. She even agreed to pay for it, if I did my part and arranged the entire thing from scratch. So this is my plan, my itinerary, represents hours on the phone to travel agents, airlines and a surreal conversation with the Australian High Commission, and I was still stupid enough to schedule it on the fifteenth rather than sixteenth. Waaah.
Still, once I've got my book and read it - hopefully in the eight hours between Singapore and Darwin - I'll be much more cheerful. The full plan is painful and looks ( like this - cut to spare you from the triviality )
So there will be lots of time for reading. Also, Darwin is famed for its beaches, so I plan to spend even more time on the beach, reading. As well as (hopefully) Half-Blood Prince, I have The Algebraist, American Gods and two more Targets, The Sunmakers and The Face of Evil. There will be more, I fear.
Mmmm, that's all. Yesterday I was in London, which was very much fun; my mother needed moral support for something or other, but most of my role in being supportive was concluded by Tuesday night, so I had a day to kill wandering round London. I ended up having a rather nice picnic at Green Park with
amchau. We took cherries and sandwiches to a nice shady spot below a tree and spent the the afternoon chatting and people-watching. The game of the day turned out to be spotting who, out of the many people we could see in the park from our shady spot beneath a tree, was really an alien in disguise.This slowly mutated into a conversation about how you would know if you were a Time Lord in disguise, and why do they need two hearts, anyway? By the time I had quite planted a small cherry forest around where we were sitting, we'd finished off mpreg, aliens, Russian spies in disguise and had just about plotted a crossover fic between us. I hope she writes it, as I don't have the time this weekend, because it's a deliciously simple but good idea. I was also trying to convert her to my Target books, because in the latest one I'm reading, the Doctor spends the majority of the story tied to a bed. No, not in the good way; and yet, I have this strange desire to quote bits of it out of context. I think I'll just hide under the bed until it goes away.
And yes, that's it. I don't know what net access I'm going to have over the next couple of weeks, but I probably will have some. I'm not taking my phone, so I guess I'll be uncontactable for a bit.
hathy_col is back tomorrow from the Planet of the Daleks, so she can field any questions about Mauve And Dangerous (along with m_a_d_awards, and besides that, I don't think there's anything else anyone might need me for. Be good without me, flist.