It's twenty-five degrees at eleven pm, which is something of a trial in an upstairs flat which takes the notion that hot air rises very seriously. But I'm actually quite enjoying it, prowling around and letting the night air in. I do love this flat very much, and plan to make a Proper Post about it, when I have finally unpacked my clothes and assembled the last bit of flatpack furniture and thrown out all the cardboard. (ALL the cardboard. All of it.) I did assemble a flatpack hatstand on Friday. It is an amazing flatpack hatstand. It is a gothic black wooden monstrosity. It is sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor because I cannot think of anywhere else to put it. I am very pleased with self in re: hatstand.
It's been a really nice weekend. I was Up North most of all week, which was very very tiring - I went to see the last Harry Potter film, which was nice, and had a lovely day with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hathy_col wandering around the marina and watching the Red Arrows and the airshow - but mostly it was tiring. Shim is away, but when I got back I was so glad to be home I could have kissed the doorhandle. Anyway, so I went to Leeds, and that was very lovely; I had lunch with ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
lizbet yesterday, and we went for sushi and went window-shopping and giggled and looked at lipsticks, and I should do that more often; and then I went off to see tau_sigma for her combined housewarming and birthday party and that was lovely too. We ate pizza and drank wine and played Articulate, and the evening was sticky and mellow and the same sort of gold-tinted as the wine, by the end of it; this morning I had a headache, which I deserved, and came home via the East Coast mainline, which tends to restore my mood.
Fortau_sigma's birthday, I got her the first two Temeraire books (and actually meant to write on the flyleaf and completely forgot; sorry, my dear!) and re-read the first on the train. What struck me on the re-read is that despite the trappings of Napoleonic-Wars-adventure story mixed with fantasy-with-DRAGONS!, it's very much a love story at heart. It's such a classic narrative arc, two people who go from being indifferent and resentful and other such bad things to being the centre of the other's world. And of the two, I actually think Laurence has the more complex characterisation: he's drawn in such a way that his contours only become apparent in relief, against other people. ( minor spoilers )
Anyway. I'm home, I'm hungry, I'm going to Israel on Wednesday - so excited! I am buying a HAT, that is how excited I am - and Shim returns tomorrow and my day's plan involves throwing out cardboard. I'm happy.
Also guess where I'm going to keep my HAT when I have bought it. I am going to keep it on the HATSTAND in the middle of my kitchen floor. Yes. I really am happy.
It's been a really nice weekend. I was Up North most of all week, which was very very tiring - I went to see the last Harry Potter film, which was nice, and had a lovely day with
hathy_col wandering around the marina and watching the Red Arrows and the airshow - but mostly it was tiring. Shim is away, but when I got back I was so glad to be home I could have kissed the doorhandle. Anyway, so I went to Leeds, and that was very lovely; I had lunch with lizbet yesterday, and we went for sushi and went window-shopping and giggled and looked at lipsticks, and I should do that more often; and then I went off to see tau_sigma for her combined housewarming and birthday party and that was lovely too. We ate pizza and drank wine and played Articulate, and the evening was sticky and mellow and the same sort of gold-tinted as the wine, by the end of it; this morning I had a headache, which I deserved, and came home via the East Coast mainline, which tends to restore my mood. For
tau_sigma's birthday, I got her the first two Temeraire books (and actually meant to write on the flyleaf and completely forgot; sorry, my dear!) and re-read the first on the train. What struck me on the re-read is that despite the trappings of Napoleonic-Wars-adventure story mixed with fantasy-with-DRAGONS!, it's very much a love story at heart. It's such a classic narrative arc, two people who go from being indifferent and resentful and other such bad things to being the centre of the other's world. And of the two, I actually think Laurence has the more complex characterisation: he's drawn in such a way that his contours only become apparent in relief, against other people. ( minor spoilers )Anyway. I'm home, I'm hungry, I'm going to Israel on Wednesday - so excited! I am buying a HAT, that is how excited I am - and Shim returns tomorrow and my day's plan involves throwing out cardboard. I'm happy.
Also guess where I'm going to keep my HAT when I have bought it. I am going to keep it on the HATSTAND in the middle of my kitchen floor. Yes. I really am happy.
