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these are the days of miracle and wonder
Feb. 20th, 2007 05:07 pm( The usual mental babble, feel free to skip, blah, blah, blah )
I spent yesterday afternoon in London with Pedar, which was just wonderful. It was so, so good to see him. He just listens, gives gentle advice that it isn't incumbent on me to take, and artfully steers the conversation off onto something interesting, something funny, something else, and it all comes out okay. It was very refreshing. We wandered around Bond Street looking in shop windows and drinking coffee and laughing at tourists, and talked about life, the universe and everything over dinner, and he apologised for not having got me anything for my birthday. I am now the proud owner of a pretty new handbag and red diary, which made me happy. In addition, I now have a bag full of clothes that I have been missing since January, and can, at last, go longer than three days without doing my washing!
I got back home about midnight. Claire was pottering around the kitchen, and informed me that yesterday was still Sunday, really; she's ill and sneezy, Pat and Liya ridiculously overworked, Ben on a two-day post-musical comedown that has left him very lost, Maria yelling to anyone who'll listen about the idiocy of her psychology tutors, etc., etc. Basically, I was the only one who'd had a good day.
Although, there was one event I was sorry I'd missed. Pat was using all the pans, according to Claire (I said, "She was using four pans at once?" and was shushed), and Ben wanted a poached egg. Claire's mum apparently poaches eggs in the microwave. So they placed two broken eggs onto a plate and put in the microwave.
It was fine at first. The clear stuff started going white like it's supposed to. "But then," Claire said, waving her hands about, "BOOM!"
There is still yolk dripping off the roof of the microwave, despite their best efforts to clean it. I do wish I'd seen this.
Tonight, I'm supposed to be draped on the floor with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jacinthsong and withiel watching new Life On Mars, but this is not happening, partly due to my own disorganisation but really mostly because of Sky. He has this new tendency to swan in from London as if he owns the place and demand entertainment. Argh. Rant on him another time. Anyway, I think I'll have to help Claire entertain him if at all possible, and miss LoM on television again.
And do some work, possibly. I managed to sit down for an hour and work this afternoon, which is a lot better than I've done in a few days. Hopefully the trend will continue and all of that.
I spent yesterday afternoon in London with Pedar, which was just wonderful. It was so, so good to see him. He just listens, gives gentle advice that it isn't incumbent on me to take, and artfully steers the conversation off onto something interesting, something funny, something else, and it all comes out okay. It was very refreshing. We wandered around Bond Street looking in shop windows and drinking coffee and laughing at tourists, and talked about life, the universe and everything over dinner, and he apologised for not having got me anything for my birthday. I am now the proud owner of a pretty new handbag and red diary, which made me happy. In addition, I now have a bag full of clothes that I have been missing since January, and can, at last, go longer than three days without doing my washing!
I got back home about midnight. Claire was pottering around the kitchen, and informed me that yesterday was still Sunday, really; she's ill and sneezy, Pat and Liya ridiculously overworked, Ben on a two-day post-musical comedown that has left him very lost, Maria yelling to anyone who'll listen about the idiocy of her psychology tutors, etc., etc. Basically, I was the only one who'd had a good day.
Although, there was one event I was sorry I'd missed. Pat was using all the pans, according to Claire (I said, "She was using four pans at once?" and was shushed), and Ben wanted a poached egg. Claire's mum apparently poaches eggs in the microwave. So they placed two broken eggs onto a plate and put in the microwave.
It was fine at first. The clear stuff started going white like it's supposed to. "But then," Claire said, waving her hands about, "BOOM!"
There is still yolk dripping off the roof of the microwave, despite their best efforts to clean it. I do wish I'd seen this.
Tonight, I'm supposed to be draped on the floor with
jacinthsong and withiel watching new Life On Mars, but this is not happening, partly due to my own disorganisation but really mostly because of Sky. He has this new tendency to swan in from London as if he owns the place and demand entertainment. Argh. Rant on him another time. Anyway, I think I'll have to help Claire entertain him if at all possible, and miss LoM on television again. And do some work, possibly. I managed to sit down for an hour and work this afternoon, which is a lot better than I've done in a few days. Hopefully the trend will continue and all of that.
