Whining and reporting
The base of my neck, between my shoulder blades, aches. Achy achy achy aches. From all the moving, obviously. I wish it would just get better already. Also I can't sort out my thoughts on the constitutional position of the National Security Council in Turkey nor find any particular information on the position of state security and military courts. It took me all afternoon yesterday to find out who the current Secretary General of the NSC is. A web search that ought to have taken two minutes. Whinge. On the up side I did some fascinating reading this weekend, between moving, on the culture of the military in Turkey, ie, Turkey as "military nation," proverb "Every Turk is born a soldier," military service as rite of passage (and therefore conscientious objection as unthinkable, somewhat baffling, concept), etc. Should make good background for first section of my report.
Made some forward progress both on sorting the bomb site that is my bedroom and on finding a chest of drawers last night. I think I found one that is small enough to actually sit on top of the storage cupboard I already have, and for only £16.99, at IKEA. I shall investigate on Saturday -- there's an IKEA quite near us. I was planning on using the £100 that Nana gave me towards furniture, but if I buy this item I may well get the remaining >£80 to spend on... say... clothes!!! instead. As Susannah says that an old desk of hers is sitting in her mother's garage and mine for the taking if I want it.
Ed: Can't find the £16.99 one that I saw in Susannah's catalogue, but here is one for £17.99 which will fit my requirements nicely!
Daisy had an adventure last night. She got out of the kitchen window onto a nearby roof and disappeared. This of course had nothing to do with me placing her on the window sill so she could look out. I wouldn't have worried about her pattering about on a roof by the window myself, and Susannah didn't seem inclined to either, but Susannah's father, a cat-lover, was visiting and he seemed concerned. We all flapped about in the kitchen a bit and then decided to leave it and not panic until she had failed to return for some considerable time. Then Susannah's father left... but two minutes later the phone rang and we went downstairs to see him walking towards us with Daisy in his arms and two other people trailing him. She had gone in someone else's kitchen window on finding the jump back to ours not to her liking! Our neighbours, who seem very nice, didn't mind at all but we exchanged telephone numbers in case she does it again.
Made some forward progress both on sorting the bomb site that is my bedroom and on finding a chest of drawers last night. I think I found one that is small enough to actually sit on top of the storage cupboard I already have, and for only £16.99, at IKEA. I shall investigate on Saturday -- there's an IKEA quite near us. I was planning on using the £100 that Nana gave me towards furniture, but if I buy this item I may well get the remaining >£80 to spend on... say... clothes!!! instead. As Susannah says that an old desk of hers is sitting in her mother's garage and mine for the taking if I want it.
Ed: Can't find the £16.99 one that I saw in Susannah's catalogue, but here is one for £17.99 which will fit my requirements nicely!
Daisy had an adventure last night. She got out of the kitchen window onto a nearby roof and disappeared. This of course had nothing to do with me placing her on the window sill so she could look out. I wouldn't have worried about her pattering about on a roof by the window myself, and Susannah didn't seem inclined to either, but Susannah's father, a cat-lover, was visiting and he seemed concerned. We all flapped about in the kitchen a bit and then decided to leave it and not panic until she had failed to return for some considerable time. Then Susannah's father left... but two minutes later the phone rang and we went downstairs to see him walking towards us with Daisy in his arms and two other people trailing him. She had gone in someone else's kitchen window on finding the jump back to ours not to her liking! Our neighbours, who seem very nice, didn't mind at all but we exchanged telephone numbers in case she does it again.