Another long gap, this time due to a really annoying combination of computer problems, broadband problems, and my usual virus thingy combined with hayfever. I did get to the doctor, who unsurprisingly told me I had a virus, and sent me off for some more blood tests. I suspect gettingh a proper job would help more than anything, but that would require me to get some energy back. I did have a therapy brainwave, and told my therapist that instead of spending a fortune on proper talking therapy I am going to get a DOG, which would be a lot better for me, and make me shape up and go out of the house regularly. I've looked on the
Battersea Dogs Home site, and (pending the results of an interview and perhaps a home visit), they will let you take away any dog you like for £105, which seems quite a good deal to me. I rather fancy something medium-sized and white with a short coat, and luckily they seem to have a glut of white staffies, which are lovely dogs. In fact they have so many of them (young lads seem to think they make them look hard, but they are actually rather soft dogs, and very fond of children (but will eat anything)), so I may be able to persuade them to do a by-one-get-one-free deal and get two. There is always the possibillity that when I get to look around the home, I will fall in love with some great hairy thing that sheds on the furniture, and eats postmen.
I've finally managed to get pictures to upload, so here is one of my new aspidistra "Milky Way". This is a variegated variety, quite hard to come by (or at least I've not seen one before), with yellow spots that make it look as if you were painting the ceiling and forgot to move the plant.
Tomorrow I’m off to see the Jubilee flotilla (or more likely the backs of a lot of other people), and if I get any pictures, I will try to post them too. I’ll also be meeting the niece’s boyfriend for the first time, so I must be careful not to look too mad and put him off the entire family. He’s met the rest of them, and seems to have impressed her father (at least she says he was the only boy she’s brought home that he didn’t try to persuade to join the army). He also has a Proper Job, with a salary and everything, which puts him many heads and shoulders above anyone else I know of his generation (and me as well, come to think of it).
In other news, having finished the first three books, I’ve finally got round to watching the first series of Game of Thrones from a proper, legal DVD, and so far (first episode) it hasn’t disappointed. I was especially enchanted to find that that smooth old fixer Magister Illyrio is played by Roger Allam, who plays that smooth old sky-god Douglas in my favourite BBC radio comedy
Cabin Pressure, which also features Benedict Cumberbach (Sherlock). The potential for cross-over fiction doesn’t really bear thinking about.
So now off to bed - it’s lashing down with rain outside, which is doing my window-boxes some good, but doesn’t bode too well for the flotilla-viewing tomorrow. KLeave the sunblock behind and bring out the brollies, I suppose. Shame I don't have a union flag one, but then the Irish side of the family would lynch me if I did.