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I have a bleh bug which made me very tired this weekend. I BET it was given to me by the annoying woman in the Coop, blowing her nose on a damp tissue she was holding in her blue plastic gloves before cutting up the cheese, dratther.
We went to philmophlegm's work summer ball on Saturday evening. Gorgeous setting in a restaurant looking out over Fistral beach in Newquay, so the views were fabulous. Sadly, we were both feeling too worn out to really enjoy it much.
Mollydog overdid it , chasing rabbits at top speed on our evening walk yesterday, and ended up with her bad leg very stiff and achey. We had some left over cat Metacam, so I gave her enough of it to do all 6 cats - according to the instructions, a cat=a 4kg dog, and Molls is 26kg. I should probably get some proper dog painkillers, as it's bound to happen again: that leg is very slowly getting worse.
Diana Wynne Jones House of Many Ways has given me a new appreciation of hydrangeas. We have a rather large one outside the front window which I'd always planned to remove one day. I've never been much of a fan of them. But I think I'll keep it now, as she has helped me see them in a new way. I may even plant another. Apart from that I didn't enjoy it as much as some of her other books. Though, that said, I don't think I am really the designated audience for it; it seemed specifically aimed at a younger audience to me, more so than most of her other work.
I deduce from the rather too detailed descriptions of washing up, laundry, cooking and similar household chores, that DWJ may have a young relative who has been brought up with a dishwasher, microwave and washing machine, and has no idea how it might be possible to live without such things. I found that a little tedious, but then I know how to handwash, wash up and cook. I suppose it may have more period curiousity to a younger audience that genuinely don't know that sort of thing.
We went to philmophlegm's work summer ball on Saturday evening. Gorgeous setting in a restaurant looking out over Fistral beach in Newquay, so the views were fabulous. Sadly, we were both feeling too worn out to really enjoy it much.
Mollydog overdid it , chasing rabbits at top speed on our evening walk yesterday, and ended up with her bad leg very stiff and achey. We had some left over cat Metacam, so I gave her enough of it to do all 6 cats - according to the instructions, a cat=a 4kg dog, and Molls is 26kg. I should probably get some proper dog painkillers, as it's bound to happen again: that leg is very slowly getting worse.
Diana Wynne Jones House of Many Ways has given me a new appreciation of hydrangeas. We have a rather large one outside the front window which I'd always planned to remove one day. I've never been much of a fan of them. But I think I'll keep it now, as she has helped me see them in a new way. I may even plant another. Apart from that I didn't enjoy it as much as some of her other books. Though, that said, I don't think I am really the designated audience for it; it seemed specifically aimed at a younger audience to me, more so than most of her other work.
I deduce from the rather too detailed descriptions of washing up, laundry, cooking and similar household chores, that DWJ may have a young relative who has been brought up with a dishwasher, microwave and washing machine, and has no idea how it might be possible to live without such things. I found that a little tedious, but then I know how to handwash, wash up and cook. I suppose it may have more period curiousity to a younger audience that genuinely don't know that sort of thing.
