Weekend!
Yes. The weekend. Well, on Saturday I went to the cinema with Catherine, Joe and David. David was in the foulest of foul moods for some reason we never quite discovered (you often can't, with David), but otherwise it was a lovely evening. It's always particularly nice to talk to an unstressed Catherine, and the film (X-Men 3) featured the actor from Frasier, except blue and hairy, which amused me very much. I don't go to the cinema very often, and I find the whole experience disproportionately exciting.
Sunday started with a long history session with the Japanologists. I feel a bit panicked sometimes because they appear to know a lot more about some areas of Japanese history than I do, and I have to remind myself that the reverse is also true. While I may know virtually nothing about maps and the conceptualisation of space in the Edo period, I am quite good on women in the Bakumatsu period, the coming of the West, the development of Western learning and Japan-centred philosophy, the build-up to the Pacific War and the subsequent re-interpretation of the same, and I could probably write a passable essay on porn. And I only have to answer three questions, so hopefully some of those will come up...
Anyway. After that my parents came down for the afternoon with my little sister, who had celebrated her tenth birthday the day before - only it wasn't much of a celebration because it rained all day and most of her friends couldn't come to the cinema with her and then my father took her to look at cars (she told me this several times. I don't think she was very impressed!) so she came down to see me the next day instead. Unfortunately the fire alarm went off when we lit her birthday candles and everyone was most unimpressed at having to leave the building, but she is so small and blonde that as soon as they realised it was her fault they all forgave her, and we had the cake outside on the lawn instead. We went into town so she could look round the Sunday market (I'm beginning to think she only comes to Cambridge for the Sunday market. She really likes it!), and we sat on the grass outside a pub while my father chased her around some trees, and then we went and had dinner in La Tasca, a tapas bar which does very good food indeed. Joe came too - my parents seem to approve of him. Richard had (and I presume still has) extremely boring parents, and consequently he always got a little bit nervous around mine because he said he never knew what they would do next. Joe, on the other hand, seems totally at ease however strangely they behave, and I think they rather like it. Also, my mother likes his hair.
Speaking of Joe, I think I'm meant to meet him at Sainsbury's in five minutes' time. Ooops.
*grabs bike helmet and dashes off*
EDIT: (no, I changed my mind and deleted this Edit, because it was childish)
Sunday started with a long history session with the Japanologists. I feel a bit panicked sometimes because they appear to know a lot more about some areas of Japanese history than I do, and I have to remind myself that the reverse is also true. While I may know virtually nothing about maps and the conceptualisation of space in the Edo period, I am quite good on women in the Bakumatsu period, the coming of the West, the development of Western learning and Japan-centred philosophy, the build-up to the Pacific War and the subsequent re-interpretation of the same, and I could probably write a passable essay on porn. And I only have to answer three questions, so hopefully some of those will come up...
Anyway. After that my parents came down for the afternoon with my little sister, who had celebrated her tenth birthday the day before - only it wasn't much of a celebration because it rained all day and most of her friends couldn't come to the cinema with her and then my father took her to look at cars (she told me this several times. I don't think she was very impressed!) so she came down to see me the next day instead. Unfortunately the fire alarm went off when we lit her birthday candles and everyone was most unimpressed at having to leave the building, but she is so small and blonde that as soon as they realised it was her fault they all forgave her, and we had the cake outside on the lawn instead. We went into town so she could look round the Sunday market (I'm beginning to think she only comes to Cambridge for the Sunday market. She really likes it!), and we sat on the grass outside a pub while my father chased her around some trees, and then we went and had dinner in La Tasca, a tapas bar which does very good food indeed. Joe came too - my parents seem to approve of him. Richard had (and I presume still has) extremely boring parents, and consequently he always got a little bit nervous around mine because he said he never knew what they would do next. Joe, on the other hand, seems totally at ease however strangely they behave, and I think they rather like it. Also, my mother likes his hair.
Speaking of Joe, I think I'm meant to meet him at Sainsbury's in five minutes' time. Ooops.
*grabs bike helmet and dashes off*
EDIT: (no, I changed my mind and deleted this Edit, because it was childish)