Hither, page, and stand by me...
Ah, see how I have a whole list of random things to talk about. I shall adopt the tried and true bullet point formulation, I think.
♥ My laptop power cable is playing silly buggers, and frequently refusing to work (bit of a miracle it's doing anything at the moment, to be honest). At some stage, I feel a trip to Curry's will be in order.
♥ I went with the Brownies to a Christmas carolling extravaganza at the RFH which was very nice, and I sang lustily and, from time to time, with gestures. Also, as I walked back to Vauxhall with Katie and Jess, Jess and I sang Hark the Herald Angels Sing, and Jess foolishly, foolishly told me that I didn't sound dire, which is fatal, because given the slightest encouragement I will sing away like crazy until someone reminds me that I suck. Katie and I sang more carols on the path from Barnes station (insofar as we could remember the words to everything) which was Very Nice Indeed. I love Christmas. I love singing. I love Christmas carols. Dost thou see my joy in the season?
♥ Looks like there might be some sort of CBB spring gather on the cards after all. S'pose we'd better get organising...
♥ I am very pleased that it's the weekend. Tomorrow is the FOCS meeting followed by present distribution chez King (ooh, I get to borrow the first book in the new Nora Roberts trilogy - yoicks!), and I mun make yonder tiramisu. Also, there will have to be an industrial amount of tidying before folk come over for lunch on Sunday. We have a nice white damask tablecloth, folks. Don't ever say I don't know how to do these things properly. Ooh, and Katie, we must open this week's batch of advent calendar windows!
♥ I omitted to report that Katie and I went to dinner at Chris and Bex's on Wednesday, which was vee nice. We played Yahtzee and got very very enthused. I'm holding out a hope that Chris will supply us with our own version of the game for Christmas... I got somewhat drunk on some very nice M&S Kir Royale (as was pointed out at the time, basically ribena and cava, but yum). We listened to (and in some cases, sang along to) James Bond theme tunes. Chris ironed. It was fun. Oh, except for the part where I was a victim of DOMESTIC ABUSE. Oh yes. You heard me aright. Katie, the darling Katie, of whom we are all so very fond, is BUT A MASK TO HIDE THE EVIL BENEATH. Uh-huh. She threw a dice AT MY HEAD. Not an accidental dice. Oh no. One could forgive an accidental dice. Accidental dice, one tells oneself, with a philosophical shrug, could happen to the best of us. Accidental dice are the rough with which one must take the smooth. But this, this, my friends, was no accidental dice. This was a dice of WANTON DELIBERATION. At my HEAD. I gazed upon her mournfully and wept.*
♥ Work's being a bit difficult at the moment, but such is life. One can but do one's best. Or, y'know, one's vague mediocrity.
*Obviously a giant lie. I pulled a face, and then made no effort to retrieve the dice, so Katie had to come round to my side of the table to get it. She called me lazy, but she threw it, so I think it only right and proper...
♥ My laptop power cable is playing silly buggers, and frequently refusing to work (bit of a miracle it's doing anything at the moment, to be honest). At some stage, I feel a trip to Curry's will be in order.
♥ I went with the Brownies to a Christmas carolling extravaganza at the RFH which was very nice, and I sang lustily and, from time to time, with gestures. Also, as I walked back to Vauxhall with Katie and Jess, Jess and I sang Hark the Herald Angels Sing, and Jess foolishly, foolishly told me that I didn't sound dire, which is fatal, because given the slightest encouragement I will sing away like crazy until someone reminds me that I suck. Katie and I sang more carols on the path from Barnes station (insofar as we could remember the words to everything) which was Very Nice Indeed. I love Christmas. I love singing. I love Christmas carols. Dost thou see my joy in the season?
♥ Looks like there might be some sort of CBB spring gather on the cards after all. S'pose we'd better get organising...
♥ I am very pleased that it's the weekend. Tomorrow is the FOCS meeting followed by present distribution chez King (ooh, I get to borrow the first book in the new Nora Roberts trilogy - yoicks!), and I mun make yonder tiramisu. Also, there will have to be an industrial amount of tidying before folk come over for lunch on Sunday. We have a nice white damask tablecloth, folks. Don't ever say I don't know how to do these things properly. Ooh, and Katie, we must open this week's batch of advent calendar windows!
♥ I omitted to report that Katie and I went to dinner at Chris and Bex's on Wednesday, which was vee nice. We played Yahtzee and got very very enthused. I'm holding out a hope that Chris will supply us with our own version of the game for Christmas... I got somewhat drunk on some very nice M&S Kir Royale (as was pointed out at the time, basically ribena and cava, but yum). We listened to (and in some cases, sang along to) James Bond theme tunes. Chris ironed. It was fun. Oh, except for the part where I was a victim of DOMESTIC ABUSE. Oh yes. You heard me aright. Katie, the darling Katie, of whom we are all so very fond, is BUT A MASK TO HIDE THE EVIL BENEATH. Uh-huh. She threw a dice AT MY HEAD. Not an accidental dice. Oh no. One could forgive an accidental dice. Accidental dice, one tells oneself, with a philosophical shrug, could happen to the best of us. Accidental dice are the rough with which one must take the smooth. But this, this, my friends, was no accidental dice. This was a dice of WANTON DELIBERATION. At my HEAD. I gazed upon her mournfully and wept.*
♥ Work's being a bit difficult at the moment, but such is life. One can but do one's best. Or, y'know, one's vague mediocrity.
*Obviously a giant lie. I pulled a face, and then made no effort to retrieve the dice, so Katie had to come round to my side of the table to get it. She called me lazy, but she threw it, so I think it only right and proper...