Were you planning on visiting me today?
*pauses for bewildered "No, epi darling, as you are a good distance from any of us" stares*
That's just as well, as we are down a boat: the Tacoma is having engine trouble again and four crossings had been canceled as of 10.30 this morning. It's a lovely day and a Sunday, so traffic is going to be hideous; I'm glad DS visited last weekend!
Hi! It has been busy here: Friend P. asked if we were willing to have investors come through our flat last week, as they wanted to see one of the units specifically in this building. She bribed me with gift certificates and dinner out. Three groups visited, all of whom thanked us profusely and said we had a lovely place, always nice to hear; better still was how little actual cleaning was necessary beforehand. I still miss the cats terribly, especially Youngest Cat, but it is easier to keep the place tidy.
Last night we were off to Downpour Brewery for another blues jam session. For the record, raspberry ale is interesting; I switched to shandy after, and volunteered myself to walk to the Grub Hut for supper (other people had pizza delivered). When I came back, P. was sitting with one of the musicians, a friend of some years, who invited us to wander down to the Filling Station after for another set. P. was extremely cheerful - and our tab was a shock - so we elected to be sensible and went home instead, while it was still light enough for me to drive back safely.
Doctor Who news. Yippie! A friend's partner posted this photo, which delighted many of us, and the guy on Twitter who's taking obnoxious comments and turning them into episode titles is a joy. I have lots of thoughts about the finale, which I will spare you, as most of it is me cursing a blue streak about Bill's storyline. Given what happened after Clara's death, if there is not appropriate shit-losing on the Doctor's part when he realises Bill's gone I am going to be furious.
The rest of today is puttering in the garden and some baking for the week's breakfast. I'm thinking lemon/poppyseed muffins . . . .
That's just as well, as we are down a boat: the Tacoma is having engine trouble again and four crossings had been canceled as of 10.30 this morning. It's a lovely day and a Sunday, so traffic is going to be hideous; I'm glad DS visited last weekend!
Hi! It has been busy here: Friend P. asked if we were willing to have investors come through our flat last week, as they wanted to see one of the units specifically in this building. She bribed me with gift certificates and dinner out. Three groups visited, all of whom thanked us profusely and said we had a lovely place, always nice to hear; better still was how little actual cleaning was necessary beforehand. I still miss the cats terribly, especially Youngest Cat, but it is easier to keep the place tidy.
Last night we were off to Downpour Brewery for another blues jam session. For the record, raspberry ale is interesting; I switched to shandy after, and volunteered myself to walk to the Grub Hut for supper (other people had pizza delivered). When I came back, P. was sitting with one of the musicians, a friend of some years, who invited us to wander down to the Filling Station after for another set. P. was extremely cheerful - and our tab was a shock - so we elected to be sensible and went home instead, while it was still light enough for me to drive back safely.
Doctor Who news. Yippie! A friend's partner posted this photo, which delighted many of us, and the guy on Twitter who's taking obnoxious comments and turning them into episode titles is a joy. I have lots of thoughts about the finale, which I will spare you, as most of it is me cursing a blue streak about Bill's storyline. Given what happened after Clara's death, if there is not appropriate shit-losing on the Doctor's part when he realises Bill's gone I am going to be furious.
The rest of today is puttering in the garden and some baking for the week's breakfast. I'm thinking lemon/poppyseed muffins . . . .