Sep. 15th, 2012

raven: [hello my name is] and a silhouette image of a raven (sg1 - ascended daniel)
This week, I have:

-had a quick but joyful lunch with [personal profile] gavagai at King's Cross (we talked mostly about food and Captain Vorpatril's Alliance, and how it's impossible to make pointed satirical jokes about this government, because a couple of weeks later it becomes, as she put it, gentle observational comedy - this after she said that I'm lucky I began my job before the concept of a professional training contract becomes an unpaid internship; I pointed out that the SRA has just abolished our minimum salary);

-spent several hours on Thursday at the annual property networking event (surreal in the extreme - when skipping out of the building at 3pm to get a lift out to the village, the other trainee, J., and I were stopped by the managing partner and asked where we were going; we gave him a sweet chorus of "Comm prop pétanque!" and his expression will stay with me)

-finally used my free ticket for the British Library's Writing Britain exhibition (I liked it, as Shim predicted - the exhibition is about literature and Britain but it's also about land, layers tangible and metaphorical, indiscriminately laid over each other all the way down to bedrock);

-signed the paperwork for the civil registrar. We're really getting married. It turns out now we sent it to the wrong person, but I hope that bodes well for a long married life of confounding officialdom. Also, you get married in Scotland on Form AP1. You register land in England on Form AP1. I sometimes believe my job is taking over my life; all the rest of the time I know it's true.

(I wrote a fic once where a lawyer falls in love with her assigned land registrar. I have not fallen in love with mine, even though I spend more time on the phone with her than with my partner, my best friend and my parents combined. I think that's an achievement. )

On Friday I forgot to note some easements on a leasehold title. The easements were in the lease. The registration requirements were in the lease. The lease itself is non-registrable. I just... forgot. Possibly related, something of a mental health blip. I don't know why these things always happen together: autumn, the first cold, long hours and long days and work taking over my mind, and anxiety uncurling. Actually, when I put it like that it doesn't sound so inexplicable. I guess if you want something other than fandom and land registration.... come back in the spring? I am not really capable of profundity at the moment.

In the meantime, the Bujold ficathon has wrapped up and there are some lovely stories; the various holiday exchanges are starting up; I still don't know what I want for Yuletide other than Code Name Verity. Onward as ever.

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