On Thursday my grandparents came up to visit on their way to Northumberland, and we went to Eden Camp, which was cool. It's a WW2 museum built out of an old POW camp, and all the little huts are themed with mock-up rooms and stuff all mixed in with actual museum-worthy things and loads of writing to explain what it's all about and why it's significant. There was a rationing-era Rowntree advert (feed your families hot chocolate to keep them healthy! It contains both fat and sugar!), and a photo of a line of fire wardens with giant candle-snuffers to put out bombs in the street, and a letter home from a small child who'd just seen cows for the first time ("cows have a keen sense of smell they can be smelled from many miles away, which is the reason for fresh air in the country"). There is also what is advertised as the biggest collection of POW-made crafts in the world, which amazingly includes a typewriter-sized working loom, made entirely from memory and with no real tools. So yes. In short, I was pretty impressed and would actually like to go back sometime (to do it justice would take all day, which we just didn't have).
Today I opened our gas bill and found out that we are somehow in credit by about £400, which is confusing, but also really nice. So no gas bills for a while, huzzah!
I did a load of online competency tests this morning in the vague hope that the city council will want to employ me based on my ability to work out percentages and change font-sizes in word. Interview on Friday. Bleurgh.
Term started today, which means there shall soon be LARP (sooo enthusiastic about this term), and I celebrated quietly by looking at the shatleg inbox and squeeing a bit and then utterly failing to actually write any downtimes. But Dolina has a title now, so my day can't have been entirely wasted... no, wait...
In conclusion, life bimbles on despite my failure to update LJ, and everything would be great except for the minor setback of still being very unemployed.