Recap 1
My parents are now safely returned, after a very pleasent weekend indeed, by all accounts, and were muchly amused by the fact that I waited up for them, and also by the fact that the house was still there tidy and festooned with banners saying things like 'Happy Birthday!' and that there was a rather nicely presented pile of gifts and envelopes waiting for my mother, and that I'd put a wash on whilst they were away.
(They were also rather amused to discover a distinct lack of beer in the fridge; however, I'm not entirely sure how that happened, because I thought there was some left and I didn't drink any over the weekend. Then again, it seems to me that approximately eighty percent of the mass previously in the garage is now no longer in the garage, so maybe I shouldn't be quite so suprised.)
Like them, I've had a very relaxing and rather delightful weekend. On Friday I met pleezpleezme in town at lunchtime to hand over some books (her rather spiffy copy of the collected works of Edward Lear that I had borrowed ages ago and had never managed to combine with her presence and an excitingly shiny copy of Neil Gaiman's Smoke & Mirrors; Waterstone's was selling it for £2.99, and I thought about who I could buy it for whom I hadn't already done so [which was a rather short list, given that Todd, Robbie and meine_kleine all have copies as a result of my inseccant badgering/purchasing power] and as I felt guilty about the Edward Lear book and had promised to photocopy Murder Mysteries for her anyway after reading this [which I would recommend to anyone who likes really rather good poetry] I bought because I could). I marvelled at pleezpleezme's purple hair, passed on a message ("Hume!," from stripyglove) and was told that I would make a good MySpace whore, and really had a wonderful time. (pleezpleezme, I see you too seldomly.) I then went back to school and visited my form for a while before surreptitiously going to a meeting about Oxbridge which was very good and left me feeling rather positive, and very amused at the fact that not a single member of the lowr sixth had spoken a single word; and then I gave lots of random people buiscits, and went to Publications.
After school I spent ten pounds on seven books from the cancer research shop and then a further sum of money in the Oxfam shop, after a conversation that went something like this:
Me: 'Excuse me, do you know anything about buying goats?'
Ever-so-slightly Bemused Oxfam Volunteer: '...yes, actually.'
Me: 'Fantastic. Can I have one please?'
(My mother is fifty tomorrow, and being a fairly contented and unmaterialistic sort of person she was absolutely useless at providing us with any sort of clues as to what we could get her for her birthday, falling back on the traditional family stalwart of 'A Kind Word'. As I'd already bought her the book I'd seen about The Archers, and am generally disinclined to buy people gifts that they do not want or will not enjoy, I decided to buy her a goat in Africa.*)
Unfortunately the rest of this recap must wait until the morrow, as I need to go to bed. Night!
*This actually has nothing to do with the fact that goats seem to be popping up in conversation and literature a lot at the moment, and everything to do with peter, who suggested it. Credit where credit's due, Oh zeitgeistly one...
ETA: Have fixed the link to pleezpleezme's poem, because I had forgotten to actually paste in the URL, which meant that it automatically linked to my journal instead. *facepalm* Still - go read it. It's good. :D
(They were also rather amused to discover a distinct lack of beer in the fridge; however, I'm not entirely sure how that happened, because I thought there was some left and I didn't drink any over the weekend. Then again, it seems to me that approximately eighty percent of the mass previously in the garage is now no longer in the garage, so maybe I shouldn't be quite so suprised.)
Like them, I've had a very relaxing and rather delightful weekend. On Friday I met pleezpleezme in town at lunchtime to hand over some books (her rather spiffy copy of the collected works of Edward Lear that I had borrowed ages ago and had never managed to combine with her presence and an excitingly shiny copy of Neil Gaiman's Smoke & Mirrors; Waterstone's was selling it for £2.99, and I thought about who I could buy it for whom I hadn't already done so [which was a rather short list, given that Todd, Robbie and meine_kleine all have copies as a result of my inseccant badgering/purchasing power] and as I felt guilty about the Edward Lear book and had promised to photocopy Murder Mysteries for her anyway after reading this [which I would recommend to anyone who likes really rather good poetry] I bought because I could). I marvelled at pleezpleezme's purple hair, passed on a message ("Hume!," from stripyglove) and was told that I would make a good MySpace whore, and really had a wonderful time. (pleezpleezme, I see you too seldomly.) I then went back to school and visited my form for a while before surreptitiously going to a meeting about Oxbridge which was very good and left me feeling rather positive, and very amused at the fact that not a single member of the lowr sixth had spoken a single word; and then I gave lots of random people buiscits, and went to Publications.
After school I spent ten pounds on seven books from the cancer research shop and then a further sum of money in the Oxfam shop, after a conversation that went something like this:
Me: 'Excuse me, do you know anything about buying goats?'
Ever-so-slightly Bemused Oxfam Volunteer: '...yes, actually.'
Me: 'Fantastic. Can I have one please?'
(My mother is fifty tomorrow, and being a fairly contented and unmaterialistic sort of person she was absolutely useless at providing us with any sort of clues as to what we could get her for her birthday, falling back on the traditional family stalwart of 'A Kind Word'. As I'd already bought her the book I'd seen about The Archers, and am generally disinclined to buy people gifts that they do not want or will not enjoy, I decided to buy her a goat in Africa.*)
Unfortunately the rest of this recap must wait until the morrow, as I need to go to bed. Night!
*This actually has nothing to do with the fact that goats seem to be popping up in conversation and literature a lot at the moment, and everything to do with peter, who suggested it. Credit where credit's due, Oh zeitgeistly one...
ETA: Have fixed the link to pleezpleezme's poem, because I had forgotten to actually paste in the URL, which meant that it automatically linked to my journal instead. *facepalm* Still - go read it. It's good. :D