And, but for the fact that the goodgifts website is refusing to actually let me order a Stoked Goat for Dad for Christmas, I would actually have achieved all my Christmas Shopping now (I had a storming trip round John Lewis at about 6.30pm. It was hell in there. Apart from the furniture department, which was nice and peaceful and full of people giving the sofas a good test drive while they waited for their friends and partners to finish faffing about shopping).
Yes, I have tried at least two browsers for the good gifts site. DIdn’t really help matters. It still refused to let me put a goat in my basket. (Is this the problem with the 21st century? We’re trying to put non-existent, quasi-conceptual goats into baskets and destroying the bees).
Watched a lovely documentary about P.L. Travers, and now I want to re-read Mary Poppins. Every time I go to the zoo, particularly in the dark (so that would be the last two trips), I am irresistibly reminded of the Mary Poppins story where all the animals are peacefully co-existing outside the cages, while the humans (including John and Barbara), are in the cages. I seem to remember that the Admiral was particularly choleric and very unhappy about being fed fish. I need to re-read. I think I have a film-tie-in edition of Mary Poppins still. If not, I shall be annoyed with myself for having disposed of it when I was moving out of my parents’. Still. Books can be bought cheaply enough, and they do furnish a room rather nicely. Even if you’re not supposed to be buying them. Ahem. I’ll have to get rid of some first.
They’ve put Klaus on just before lunch. And he always overruns. They’ve also just told him he’s got less time than he thought. We are going to miss out on many SQL goodies as a result of this lack of foresight. Ah well. It is all good knitting and learning time, and it’s about to start….
It was BRILLIANT! We are definitely taking the Brownies and Guides for a sleepover.
We met bugs (tree cutter ants are awesome), snails, rats, an aardvark (such a cute nose), llamas, donkeys, a tapir and got stalked (through the glass) by a lioness.
Today has been mostly rubbish. In chronological order of discovery: N couldn’t go for a run at lunchtime, as one of the systems had gone hatstand, so I had to go on my own. County meeting was long, drawn out, full of arguments and generally bad tempered. Dad got taken to hospital in an ambulance with chest pains (probably an infection, they’ve upped the statins, he’s been given what-for by self and Mum). I didn’t get a proper supper.
On the plus side, my Sandman comic is now here. Hurrah!
And I have a Very Strong Gin and Chocolate.
Then, the day after you go running up and down Primrose Hill, it’s ever so slightly damp and mizzly, and it’s all you can do to not have a full blown attack on the way to work.
I’m now full of medicine. And quivering like a leaf. But I can mostly breathe. I’m very glad I decided not to cycle.
Gets rid of all revolting smells caused by peculiar solvent scents floating in through the windows, and thus renders the flat inhabitable for someone who’s allergic to such things.
I am in need of a new vanilla candle. The current one has almost, but not quite, burned out.
Bounced in to one unit (seemed to be doing first aid and seeing how many different ways they could traverse the hall), DBS checked two new leaders, retrieved some archives (sadly not what I’m looking for, but I’m not going back in again now), and there is a QG meeting going on in the corner of Starbucks.
I like Guiding. Rah.
If you were heading into a hospice, what would you want to make the experience less clinical?
We got N’s dad a radio yesterday. He’s pretty lucid, and he looked somewhat bored: there’s a pay tv system in the hospital. It’s not clear if it shifts beds with you, and it flummoxes everyone. He’s not quite got the fine motor skills for the iPad anymore, but we thought a radio might allieve the boredom of being on his own waiting for the next visit from a nurse.