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September 12th, Pp went to a do with some ex-work colleagues, and picked up a cold, which he promptly gave to me. He had it for a week. I had it for September, and October, and December... I got royally peed off with it. Kept thinking it was clearing up. It did Not. Either I was streaming, or I was bunged up, or I was an ectoplasmic nightmare of green goo. When you can't breathe at all through your nose, your tongue shrivels overnight into a horrible leather strip, which is just no fun even if you can rehydrate it in the morning.

Eventually, I made an appointment to see a pharmacist (even though I was thinking: well, it's a cold, it's viral, what can they do?) But pharmacy appointments for minor ailments in Wales are free and easy (unlike doctor's appointments which are hen's teeth) so I thought it was worth a go, specially since there was a specific 'sinusitis' appointment type available under the Common Ailments program.

Pharmacist heard my woes, said I had chronic sinusitis and gave me a steroid spray with a built-in antihistamine (because, he said dubiously, scanning my history of allergies, It Might Be That Again.)

Anyway, the spray fixed it within a couple of days. Amazing. Brilliant. What a relief. Modern medicine, I love it.

I read some old books about boats (and ships) and decided to ramble about them here.

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One thing all these books had in common was that they are print format, so I can read them 3 inches from my nose. I am definitely struggling a bit to read stuff at laptop screen distance at the moment, so I have been to the optician and ordered, with some fear and dread, some varifocal glasses. I hope I like them, they cost enough!

I feel I've done a bunch of things and already forgotten many of them, so here's a disordered list of things before they fall out of my head entirely

Went to the opening of a new tiny games cafe in town. A nice space and lovely people, I hope they make a success of it, there are SO many empty shops. The name 'Stormborn Games' along with the red lightning on black is a bold branding choice, but perhaps Warhammer teens will consider it pleasingly edgy.

Went for a swim in the glorious sunshine off our little beach- the first this year with no gloves. Thought that was a mistake to start with, but my hands adjusted OK though I'm pretty sure the water can't have been more than 8 degrees, it makes a huge difference to have no wind and the sun shining. Bit weird for April in Wales, but I'm resolved to enjoy it.

Still struggling with very annoying eczema. It started with a bunch of horsefly bites last year, and just will. not. quit. Currently covering myself practically hourly in oat based lotions after another run of steroids and trying very hard not to scratch. I did take several months off swimming, thinking that was making it worse, or at least an infection risk - but if anything the cold salty water seems to make my skin happier, so I might as well enjoy the swims.

Theo Hound finished his scentwork course on Saturday morning.
He is pretty good at finding the things we've been working on finding (we started with Kong dog toys, and worked from whole toys, to finding chunks of Kong in a magnetic tin, to tiny slivers of Kong in a vial.) I am less skilled at directing and rewarding him than he is at finding things.

There were only two dogs left at the end of the course (mystified by dropping out of a course you've paid for up front, which conflicts with ALL my instincts, but hey.) The other dog that stuck it to the end was Bertie the cockerpoo. They spent a reasonably amount of the last two sessions play-chasing, wrestling and growling loudly, and both very much enjoying it.

Went down to visit my mother in Devon, where we visited Rosemoor RHS garden to see the spring flowers (mostly seas of daffodils but also a mysterious, beautiful pale blue fluffy squill for which we could find no ID, and therefore suspect someone at Rosemoor has decided is Undesirable), and went to Wembury beach, where the sun shone and we had a delightful picnic. The steps down to the beach were steeper and more irregular than I remembered, but Mum made it down them - fortunately there is a level walk back up from the beach into the village, so we did that rather than try to clamber back up the steps then I left her by the road admiring the view while I walked back to collect the car. Saw my first Peacock butterfly of the year on the way.

I have more or less decided that adopting more dogs when I'm travelling so regularly to Devon wouldn't be the wisest move. Theo is great in the car, can be left for a few hours, and can go pretty much anywhere - pubs, cafes, motorway services, around Pudding my Mum's cat - but it's not reasonable to expect that from another rescue dog, at least not immediately. I am still in a number of dog rescue Facebook groups, so I keep seeing so many hopeful appeals for home for delightful dogs: the pandemic adoption wave is over, and homes are once again hard to find. But you can't adopt ALL the dogs...

None the less, I keep looking mournfully at the local greyhound rescues. I would love to have another ex-racer around and I think Theo would enjoy the company too. Maybe in the autumn...

I'm reading my way through the Laundry Files books by Charles Stross - British technospy fiction spiced with horrifying tentacular Things From The Beyond. They are pacy, fun and don't take themselves seriously. I'm surprised that I'm enjoying reading so many words in present tense: normally I have a definite preference for past tense for novels. But here it works. Had never previously come across the phrase 'hairy eyeball' and don't like it. :-D

For some reason I haven't posted here in ages, but I don't really want to drop out of the habit, so here's an attempt to catch up.

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( Read more... )I am now feeding Theo the new insect-based dog food pellets, which he seems to like a lot, as much as almost anything apart from cheese. Cheese is his absolute favorite thing.

Nenya cat remains competent and untroubled by Woes.

Not even going to try to post about World Events. Times too interesting.

I read a copy of Neil Gaiman's M is for Magic which had been hanging around, to try to decide if I wanted to keep any of my Neil Gaiman books, now that it turns out he's a creepy sexual predator. Haven't decided, but did conclude the end of M is for Magic seemed oddly cold and depressing, so I will probably get rid at least of that one.

The number of orders arriving at the Shop on the Borderlands is up considerably on last year, but the value of orders is not: we are mooching along sending out about 20% more stuff, but with about the same money coming in as last year. Unsure if this is down to what we've got in stock, macroeconomic trends, or just... randomness. We have reduced the enormous backlog of RPGs in the house but not in the Shop, however, which has to be a good thing. We might even have slain the backlog by the New Year at this rate.

We took the canoe out a couple of days ago, just a gentle paddle for half an hour. I wanted to check that she was still in good condition, thinking of probably selling her in the Spring. She's not really best adapted for the amount of wind we get here, and we haven't used her much since we got the kayaks and the boat. I will miss her but hopefully we can find a more up-river home for her where she will get further moderately-sedate adventures.

Rosie Roo is wobbly on her long legs and has a bit of a head tilt. The vet thinks she's had a vestibular incident (a bit like a stroke for dogs, only not really because apparently it doesn't have the same brain symptoms as strokes in humans). The vet prescribed antibiotics, an anti-nausea jab, and careful supervision to prevent her falling over. It's lucky that I bought some more floor rugs recently to offer the ancient dog improved grip.

Rather to my astonishment, she did eat the first dose of antibiotics, wrapped in tuna, but she's eaten very little else today. It's tricky, as she's not really supposed to have anything high in fat (for her iffy pancreas) or in phosphorus (for her failing liver). This cuts down on tasty things to tempt her appetite, but perhaps tuna is acceptable?

I hope she will be hungrier tomorrow. She is at least 15, probably 16 or older, and she's been doing pretty well up to now.

I finished writing Dáin's Saga, which took me over the million words on Ao3! Then I wrote another short thing about an elderly Gimli meeting Celebrimbor. I couldn't think of a good title for it so plumped for Gifts and Guilts, which does the job, more or less.

Am still struggling slightly with the flu aftermath. I was hoping to be able to go for a swim in the sea this week. Maybe it will happen, if the last of the sore throat and coughing finally packs itself off. The sky was so blue this evening, and the sea so green.

Pp went to Garycon in Wisconsin which he enjoyed a great deal. I managed to keep up with all the orders enquiries and packing while he was away, more or less.

Then he got back, and almost immediately went down with (we think) the flu swept through the con-attenders immediately after the event. Two days later so did I.

So it was a pretty blurred and vague Easter and I'm still working on regaining the ability to walk upstairs in one go without a series of long thoughtful achy pauses.

What do I remember doing? We watched the movies 'Nyad' and 'Glass Onion'. I re-read a couple of Diana Wynne Jones books and finally finished reading the Witcher books. Felt the ending was very Polish somehow.

I have managed to take Theo out for at least one walk a day, but it's mostly been a slow short one. Yesterday was the exception, because I foolishly let him off the lead on the beach, where he has been very good for over a year, and, just too bored to cope, he took off like a bullet up into the gorse, where he spent about an hour running in frantic circles after... whatever lives up there. Rabbits. Foxes, maybe. Oh well, at least it tired him out. I and Rosie and Pp sat on the beach and waited for him to come back. At least the sun was shining.

And I posted a couple more chapters of Dain's Saga. The last chapter isn't quite polished but I hope it will be by Thursday. When I post it, I will have hit the round million of words posted on Ao3, which is something.

I seem to have missed a day!

Sunday, we went for a wander around Pembroke Dock, and went to Wilko to buy some dog treats, much to the delight of the Wilko staff 'It makes our day at work better when people bring dogs!' one person told me hugging Theo enthusiastically. Another shopper said: 'I couldn't bring my dog in here, he would pee on everything'.

Thankfully, this isn't a problem I have with either hound. I do have to be a little careful to make sure Rosie goes out regularly, particularly if it's raining since she tends to be in denial about her need to go outside till suddenly she does, but neither of them is at all likely to pee in a shop.

We saw some dogs at a distance and did some distraction - mark-treat exercises. Many of the cars in the Wilko car park had barking dogs in them, so we skirted them at a distance and used them for practice. It was a bit of a quieter day, since Saturday had been full of dogs. I don't think Theo barked at anything.

Then on Monday, the exercise of the day was 'middle' - ie, stand between my legs. I had already been teaching 'close in' - ie, stand next to one of my legs touching it - and at the moment he's a bit confused about when to middle and when to close in. We'll keep working on it.

Anyway, we probably should have done more distraction-mark-treat on that day's walk, but I wimped out and went to a very quiet wood instead, where we didn't see a single dog. I had Rosie (who has finally aged into the status of 'sensible dog' off the lead all the way around, and practiced coming when called and jumping on things with Theo.

He was pretty good until he caught a scent - a fox, I suspect, given where it went - and took off baying after it, but he didn't go far and came back pretty quickly, very pleased with himself. I then realised this was probably not what he should be practicing and we lead walked the rest of the way, which he did very nicely on a loose lead.

Again, no barking, except for one small growl at Rosie, I think probably she stood on his foot in the car. And there's no question that he adores Rosie, so I think that was just a grumble.

Then in the evening Pp and I did a bit of a recall session in the garden for both dogs with their evening meal as rewards, and to my ASTONISHMENT, not only did Theo eat all his food that way, but so did Rosie, wagging enthusiastically! Which given Rosie's usually very sceptical and pessimistic approach to life, really surprised me. Theo was most excited to be being fed by Pp, who doesn't normally get much involved, and therefore has rarity value, and was also dispensing food in handfuls. I had some difficulty convincing Theo that he should come away from Suddenly Generous Pp.

Oh, and I got my covid and flu vaccinations on the way back from the walk, from a tiny pharmacy where there was no queue at all, so it was good to get that sorted. Slightly achey this morning but it could be worse.

Got a not-Covid bug... somehow. It was still quite horrid and had me sitting here basically unable to do anything but dip in and out of consciousness for a couple days, and then wander around drooping.

Much better today though, and I managed to give the dogs a proper walk under clear blue skies. I had hoped we could get out with the kayaks over New Year, but that didn't happen, what with the weather and the cold and having to acquire a new car... which has now been achieved. It's a Skoda Octavia, and quite shockingly for me and my history of old bangers, it was only registered in 2015. It has achieved 108,000 miles since then, but still feels worlds away from the ancientry of the 2003 Volvo. I am still eyeing the many electronic devices with suspicion.

Anyway, before the lurgi struck, we did manage to take it over to Pendine Sands to look at the beach where they used to do the land-speed records long ago. The tide was in, so it was mostly under water, but we agreed it was a Very Long Beach.

Gah, I am sorry, DW does not want to put my images behind cuts any more :-/

Along a path that was steep, slippery and muddy, but made up for it with Views. I suspect the steep muddiness was the reason we met almost nobody up there, though the little shoppy / cafe bit by the car park was fairly busy.

Till we got to the point, and looked down to the beach at Morfa Bychan, and decided that climbing down and then back up was Too Far.

It is very cold! On New Year's Eve, it was snowing as I went out to walk the dogs, though the land down below was clear and green, and the sun came out as we were walking. This very thin coat of snow meant houndy zooming, even from Rosie! Not too old to frolic, apparently.

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WELL. It has been a rather frantic few weeks. The Shop on the Borderlands has been growing like a particularly enthusiastic weed, and, already pushed for space, we decided that we were really going to have to look at Doing Something. We now have stock in all the bedrooms, tucked under beds and packed onto shelves, and getting stuff up and down the stairs was starting to be a major chore.

We'd started to look vaguely at other houses, and then it occurred to me that I knew a few people who had moved to South Wales recently, so we started to look via the internet at that area too, particularly Pembrokeshire, which is rather like Cornwall in many ways, and before long we had a shortlist, and were starting to work on decluttering and painting the house to make it saleable...

Anyway, we'd got to that point when lockdown restrictions were eased, and since Pp was off to Bristol to pick up some more second hand games, we thought, why not pop over and take a look at a few areas, and actually, why not take a look at a house while he's there....

And then of course, I had to go and have a look too...

And now we have had an offer accepted on this house and suddenly everything is moving very very fast! The photography really doesn't do that house justice. In fact, this was a bit of a theme of many places we looked at, the photography was often AWFUL and left a lot of questions open, which is just what you don't want in the land of Covid19. I'm thinking I probably would like to do the photography myself rather than rely on an estate agent to do it, since frankly most of them seem to be less good with a camera than I am.

We've had assorted shysters and pessimists of the Estate Agent variety to look at our Cornwall house, and we've been working flat out on rendering it relatively clean and neat inside and out. Am kicking myself for not having it painted back in June, when the painter I got to quote had lots of availability: I booked him for August, and now he's saying he can't do it till the second week in Sept, and since the outside of the house has big black seams where we had the render fixed, all the estate agents agree that painting the place is absolutely essential, sigh. And I *really* don't want to DIY that.

On the plus side, apparently people are fleeing the cities in the time of plague in the traditional manner, so our hopes are high that someone will want to flee to the Tamar Valley, where they can work from home.

What else has happened? Oh yes, further to my hip problems, I decided to do a course of https://www.secondnature.io/ which is a sort of diet-and-lifestyle-change program, to try to relieve the weight on the hips. One of the key things is cutting right back on sugar and eating only smaller amounts of whole-grain carbohydrates and a lot more veg. I must say, I am somewhat amazed by how much of a change this has made to my energy levels, and my hips also have improved vastly. I've lost about 6 pounds in six weeks, which is not exactly a mountain of blubber, but it feels like a lot more. I no longer feel like I need to nap every afternoon, my hips are much happier, and I can both walk and garden energetically without feeling too zonked by it! So yes. Sugar. Delightful but better eaten rarely. Which I suppose is somewhat obvious, but still.

We've had days and days of deep blue skies: the primroses, celandines and late daffodils are blooming their socks off, and down by the river there's a real carpet of wood anemones. I feel very fortunate that I can walk from the house to get my officially-allowed exercise with the hounds and wander through the woods. Rather busier than usual, since generally people don't like walking the steep hill down to the river and tend to drive to other places, whereas now we are all staying close to home. But not busy by any normal definition of the word.

Theo still struggles with walking on-lead *to* a walk. His impulse control is terrible, so he keeps being over-come by the urge to SMELL THE THING NOW!!! and yanking me along, which is how he managed to give me a slightly knackered knee in the first place. It's much easier if I can drive somewhere where he can zoom around like a lunatic for half an hour before a lead is required. Still, I managed a fairly long walk today and the knee feels still suitably bendy.

I managed to write both my official Worldbuilding Exchange story, and also an emergency pinch-hit. The pinch-hit was very much last minute and I feel I could probably have done better, but still, that's about two and a half thousand words this week. Admittedly the week does feel like it was about 100 years long at this point.

I went to the local butcher on Friday: they were well stocked up and I bought a chicken to roast over the weekend. The only difference was the tape on the floor and upside down crates preventing people from coming close enough to the counters to lean on them. (It has never occurred to me to lean on a counter at the butcher! That seems a really odd thing to do!) But the roads were quiet and empty, even the main road at Gunnislake Newbridge, which is usually busy since bridges across the Tamar are not very numerous. My Mum is being kept well supplied by her village shop: the shop itself has closed, since it's too small to let people inside safely, but they are doing a delivery system instead, apparently. The downside to it is that they aren't set up to take remote payments, so she has to keep passing them cheques at a distance.

May do some painting in a bit but now I am tired and feel like a nap. I do have a faint lurking sore throat, but none of the other symptoms, so probably this is some other bug going: hey, remember us? You used to think we were quite a nuisance!

At the moment, all the cats are staying indoors, because Nenya hasn't quite completed her vaccinations, and also none of the cats has yet worked out how to use a catflap, and we also want to make sure that Fankil will come back before he gets to go out. I think he will: he's pretty good about coming when called, now, though we still can't touch him except very gently to boop his nose or stroke his chin.

I've taken Gothmog out a few times to explore the great outdoors with me, but she doesn't seem keen to go far and it's tricky taking her out and keeping the other two in, because Nenya was VERY keen to explore.

( cut for bodily fluids and a dead newt )

I could have done without this, because I am still stricken with a horrible cough, sore throat and hurty lungs. I feel FINE as long as I sit still and do nothing much, but we took a gentle walk with Rosie this morning which was moderately hilly (because Cornwall is moderately hilly, there's no escaping it) and I then duly felt appalling.

Fankil is doing really well. Yesterday I went into the room and he was sitting on the windowsill. He didn't run away, he came to play with Gothmog kitten, and he even took some treats that I chucked to him! We are now letting him out to explore the house, though so far today he hasn't moved from his safe place behind the printer cupboard. Perhaps he will come out later this evening.

Gothmog and Rosie are currently cuddled in front of the fire together. I put out two dog beds, in case they didn't want to share, but they do. They are actually much more snuggled than this now, but this is a photo from the first time they did it, when Gothmog decided to chew Rosie a bit. I assume not too hard, since Rosie is a galaxy-class wimp and would certainly not lie there to be chewed if it hurt.

I think the presence of Gothmog is doing Rosie good. So far today she has eaten three large meals and has just got up to wowl at me to demand a fourth. And she's wagging a lot. This is very out of character, but also welcome!

I cut my hair this morning after just letting it grow for literally years (only a trim, but still). Something I'd started doing recently is to plait my hair into a style roughly based on that of the Elling Woman bog body, and I'd been surprised to find that I could more or less just loop the hair into place without needing pins or elastic or anything. Now, I find I can't do that any more! There seems to be something about having chopped the ends off with scissors that stops them from forming a shape that holds together. Hmph. This is an argument for being less tidy in future.

Last week I went to a life drawing session. The model was a large round very naked gentleman, and I must say, it took me a little while to adjust to drawing someone so very naked. But I think I did learn some things from it. You just have to keep drawing and drawing and hope that eventually you've made all the mistakes.

Its quite hard to draw all of a person. So easy for feet and things to end up off the edge of the paper. The guy in charge of the life drawing thing reckoned I should be painting on very large canvases, but this is both expensive and hard to store, so I think really I would prefer to learn how to get everything more successfully into the page.

I also trialled some varifocal contact lenses, since I noticed recently that sometimes it's hard to read the very small print on the back of a tube of paint in poor light. The varifocals were awful. I would rather have to turn on the light to read a tube of paint than put up with a vast deterioration in my distance vision! But it made me realise how fortunate I am that my eyesight with contact lenses is really pretty good, and apparently when my eyesight does get worse, there are several other kinds of varifocals I can try. It doesn't seem worth trying more of them yet though, since I learned that with my usual lenses in decent light I can happily read the bottom line of text on the test card thingy.

Yet Pp tried to phone me this afternoon and was honestly surprised that I did not answer the phone. I literally can barely whisper, against any kind of background noise I am totally inaudible!

Here are some baubles that we have hung on ribbon up the stairs:

And here is a Tolkien Secret Santa Exchange story in which Narvi is a woman dwarf, and meets and marries Celebrimbor: Days of Peace.

It was a slightly alarming exchange request to write, because it was literally just that, no other options or characters provided. (Well, recip also wanted them becoming parents, but I have serious difficulty with writing childbirth involving a mother who is probably under 4'6" and a father who is over 7 feet tall as lighthearted fluff even if they weren't also different species, so I passed on that particular part of it.) Still, I feel the end result is reasonably readable.

On Friday evening after we got back from canoeing, the most enormous storm came up. It had been the clearest, hottest blue-sky day, and then suddenly, rain was beating down, thunder grumbling all around and lightning everywhere: really everywhere, all around. Very spectacular. Poor Brythen was most upset, but Rosie wasn't, nor Henning or Yama. Odd, the things that do and don't spook them.

Pp has bought an airbrush and is excitedly trying out new miniature-painting techniques with it. His paint attitude is diametrically opposed to mine: I seem to be slowly reducing the number of colours I paint with, to Paynes's Grey, Ultramarine Blue, Burnt Sienna, Titanium White, and Naples Yellow. It's surprising how far you can get with just those... Whereas he has LEGIONS of tiny paintpots in every possible shade and texture.

I'm supposed to be helping judge a dog show later today. The weather forecast looked hot and sunny. The actual weather looks grey and opaque: I can't even see Devon at the moment for the fog. Hope it cheers up or I shall be judging dogs by feel : "This one seems to have... a tail. And fur! Well done!"

I've been having some difficulty sleeping, recently, which I know is par for the course for some of my friends but normally I can sleep almost any time so for me it's weird and upsetting! Oddly, it was sleeping at night that was the problem, I'd sleep till maybe 4 or 5am then wake and not be able to go to sleep again. I can resort to naps in the day, but those eat so much time! I should probably cut back a bit on coffee. *but I love coffee* *laments*. And probably go to bed earlier... It seemed to be related to writing, too: I kept waking up with ideas and thinking 'Oh, OK, I'll just note that down' and then two hours later... Which would be fine if writing were a paid job, but since it's a hobby it's really silly. Bah.

I have a bad feeling that the lack of sleep may also relate to the fact that I've taken a nose-dive this year into just not looking at the news, for the first time ever. This is a bit cowardly and I should stop doing it. Maybe next week.

I went to my mystery medical appointment that someone phoned up to arrange without telling me what I was being booked in for. From the wary way that the nurse asked me 'did anyone mention what this is about?' I get the vibe that nobody phoned had been told, and she had therefore been dealing all week with people who had made up their own minds what the appointment was for, and were unwilling to be dissuaded.

I had no preconceptions, so was happy with the reveal that it was a cardiac checkup. I was weighed, measured (do they think I'm going to get taller at my age?) had a pinprick cholesterol test and a blood pressure check and was asked questions about my diet and smoking habits.

All these things revealed that my chance of cardiac problems was rated at 0.92. Apparently anything under 20 is good. The nurse was quick to assure me however, that there is no money-back guarantee.

Phonecall from NHS: will I come in for checkup? Well, OK I say, and agree a date and time.

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10/10 : as a way of losing 5lb in weight in a week.
However 2/10 : as a general way to spend a week in December. A grudging 2 points awarded on the grounds that the horrible thing does now eventually seem to be going away and hasn't actually killed me. Would not, by choice, suffer again. :-(

However, I did feel well enough today (finally! I've had this thing since last Thurs!) to take Brythen over to join in with the supermarket collection that I had volunteered for a few weeks ago (for Forever Hounds Trust, which is what used to be Greyhound Rescue West of England).

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Pp has got a new torch, and insisted we must do a night-time dogwalk to test it out. We went along the Lynher: a very fast flowing full river at this time of year, surprisingly clear water and very dark, what with the trees all the way up the side of the valley. The new torch did sterling duty along the riverside path, but sadly ran out of juice after that. It was lucky we were on the road by that time so at least had a level surface to walk on.

The new torch turns out to have a strobe mode. It has no effect on Pp at all, but Oh! it made me feel sick. I had to hang about for about five minutes getting my stomach under control after he accidentally turned it on, and it didn't fully wear off for ages.

It is weird that just light could have that effect, and I wonder why it affected me and not Pp.

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