My entry for monthlydiaryday.
I woke up relatively late, when my kind husband brought me coffee before he left for work. He retires at the end of the month, so I shall cherish this while it lasts.
I listened to The Life Scientific on the radio, but couldn't face a programme on why we should accept Brexit with joy, so that was my cue to shower, dress and other such maintenance stuff. Then I ate some fruit and muesli while catching up on FB and LJ.
I checked my new phone. Still no signal. I bought it on the last day of last month, on quite a good deal as a new contract with EE, the parent company of Orange, with whom my old Pay As You Go phone was linked. It arrived on 1st July, with a Sim. An EE phone, sent from EE, with a Sim card. Of course it didn't connect. I rang EE/Orange on the 2nd, 4th, 5th, 7th, 8th, 9th and today. I spoke to charming people all over the country, with accents from South Wales, Northern Ireland and TWO call centres in the North East. Only today was it finally sorted out. At which point, inevitably, I had to switch the phone off and switch it back on again. Dave is currently having fun trying to move contacts, media etc over from the old phone. He seems to be enjoying it in a bizarre sort of way. Who am I to interfere?
I skipped lunch and drove down to Stratford where I was due to participate in a workshop based on Jacobean court masques, only to discover that the organiser had cancelled it this morning and I hadn't seen the email. I felt somewhat cheesed off - the others had been told via FaceBook, but I'd had an email to my University account, which I don't check much more than once a day. She was distinctly abrupt about it too, and gave me a reason somewhat different to the reason one of the other students passed on to me when I saw her at the Institute. A 26-mile round trip for no purpose.
In order to find some purpose in the trip I stopped off at the garden centre on the way home and bought a couple of trays of reduced bedding plants - lots of bright colours. I also found a wooden baby toy and a cheapo embroidery ring, which will be useful for finishing The Quilt. I "finished" that yesterday - my first ever completes quilt, for baby R, and I shared photos of it with F on FB.
All I need to do now is embroider a label for the back, with her name, mine and the date.
F was pleased to see the pictures and sent back one of R. You didn't think you were going to escape without at least one baby picture did you?
When I got back home I checked my email etc, then settled down to read for an hour - I am currently reading Benedict Jacka's latest Alex Verus novel - another variant on London-based urban fantasy. It's OK, but like so many of this genre the stakes keep getting higher and the mayhem more extreme, not always to the benefit of the writing.
I listened to The Archers, then Dave and I had a drink and watched an episode of The Living and the Dead, a supernatural/psychological thriller set in Victorian/Edwardian England, with Colin Morgan, heavily bearded but still pretty.
All day as well I've been checking on the news or trying to avoid it. Tomorrow we will have a new Prime Minister, the second woman to hold that post. I see her as pretty sinister and she seems determined to go through with Brexit. Like many people I am still suffering what can only be described as real grief over the referendum. At times it renders me almost incapable of action, and my anxiety and depression levels have gone through the roof. At times I'm still in the denial phase and find it almost impossible to believe our politicians can actually go through with something so ruinous. Sometimes I'm just angry. Especially with all the bastard Leave leaders who have resigned in droves over the last two weeks. The Tory party has managed, at least for the moment, to pull itself together, but Labour is in meltdown and may well cease to be a functioning Parliamentary party very soon. We live in far too interesting times right now.
It's stupidly late and we haven't really eaten, so a quick snack is in order and then bed. And no more news, please.
I listened to The Life Scientific on the radio, but couldn't face a programme on why we should accept Brexit with joy, so that was my cue to shower, dress and other such maintenance stuff. Then I ate some fruit and muesli while catching up on FB and LJ.
I checked my new phone. Still no signal. I bought it on the last day of last month, on quite a good deal as a new contract with EE, the parent company of Orange, with whom my old Pay As You Go phone was linked. It arrived on 1st July, with a Sim. An EE phone, sent from EE, with a Sim card. Of course it didn't connect. I rang EE/Orange on the 2nd, 4th, 5th, 7th, 8th, 9th and today. I spoke to charming people all over the country, with accents from South Wales, Northern Ireland and TWO call centres in the North East. Only today was it finally sorted out. At which point, inevitably, I had to switch the phone off and switch it back on again. Dave is currently having fun trying to move contacts, media etc over from the old phone. He seems to be enjoying it in a bizarre sort of way. Who am I to interfere?
I skipped lunch and drove down to Stratford where I was due to participate in a workshop based on Jacobean court masques, only to discover that the organiser had cancelled it this morning and I hadn't seen the email. I felt somewhat cheesed off - the others had been told via FaceBook, but I'd had an email to my University account, which I don't check much more than once a day. She was distinctly abrupt about it too, and gave me a reason somewhat different to the reason one of the other students passed on to me when I saw her at the Institute. A 26-mile round trip for no purpose.
In order to find some purpose in the trip I stopped off at the garden centre on the way home and bought a couple of trays of reduced bedding plants - lots of bright colours. I also found a wooden baby toy and a cheapo embroidery ring, which will be useful for finishing The Quilt. I "finished" that yesterday - my first ever completes quilt, for baby R, and I shared photos of it with F on FB.
All I need to do now is embroider a label for the back, with her name, mine and the date.
F was pleased to see the pictures and sent back one of R. You didn't think you were going to escape without at least one baby picture did you?
When I got back home I checked my email etc, then settled down to read for an hour - I am currently reading Benedict Jacka's latest Alex Verus novel - another variant on London-based urban fantasy. It's OK, but like so many of this genre the stakes keep getting higher and the mayhem more extreme, not always to the benefit of the writing.
I listened to The Archers, then Dave and I had a drink and watched an episode of The Living and the Dead, a supernatural/psychological thriller set in Victorian/Edwardian England, with Colin Morgan, heavily bearded but still pretty.
All day as well I've been checking on the news or trying to avoid it. Tomorrow we will have a new Prime Minister, the second woman to hold that post. I see her as pretty sinister and she seems determined to go through with Brexit. Like many people I am still suffering what can only be described as real grief over the referendum. At times it renders me almost incapable of action, and my anxiety and depression levels have gone through the roof. At times I'm still in the denial phase and find it almost impossible to believe our politicians can actually go through with something so ruinous. Sometimes I'm just angry. Especially with all the bastard Leave leaders who have resigned in droves over the last two weeks. The Tory party has managed, at least for the moment, to pull itself together, but Labour is in meltdown and may well cease to be a functioning Parliamentary party very soon. We live in far too interesting times right now.
It's stupidly late and we haven't really eaten, so a quick snack is in order and then bed. And no more news, please.