So, we’re sat here doing our own thing, my catching up on the ever teetering piles of work and Beloved trying to fix the loft ladders (again) when… the bath tap started running.

Curious we wander on through and see, yes, the bath tap was running full out without anyone being in the room…

Beloved: oookay, let’s go out tonight *heads for stairs*

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Having spent all last night drinking an being informed that I have to go out and do the social thing tonight (my first instinct was to make excuses which, as Beloved says, is probably not a good sign if you’re making excuses before you even remember what the event is and why you’re going out. Bad hermit urges most play with the nice human people in ( Read more... )

I was actually woken up this morning - yes, MORNING on a SUNDAY. Before NOON on a SUNDAY I was AWAKE. And despite my random attempts at horrifying violence, Beloved did not go away.

He reminded me that its my cousin’s youngest daughter’s chirstening today. In the morning. On a Sunday. Did I mention it was before noon? And apparently I was expected ( Read more... )

Beloved went shopping last week. I say this with a due sense of dread - but since I was working every waking hour I didn’t have much choice in the matter.

It didn’t help that the fool man someone (who is probably not me. Maybe.) ridiculously quite understandably hasn’t been adding several obviously essential every day items easily forgotten ( Read more... )

It's possible, in shopping at the meat market today (hmmmm real butchers and farmers with yummy non-chemical meat!) that we may, just MAY, have allowed ourselves to be slightly carried away ( Read more... )

Sparky is also considering carpeting the kitchen. Sparky is also reminded to never let the coffee machine in upstairs study run out of coffee again ( Read more... )

I say it every year, but it's always best to repeat it ( Read more... )

At the market, Beloved and I got separated largely due to my sleep deprived state (he totally abandoned me! ABANDONED ME!!!! *wails ( Read more... )

York has a Christmas market every year. It is usually a little special (actually, this year it seemed small and kind of disappointing - but only compared to how epic it usually is). The market is Dickensian - as in, many of the storeholders will dress up in glorious Victoriana. And you can wander around and look at stalls from all over Europe, ( Read more... )

Sparky has had some damn weird few days. It has also become apparent that the schedule I could keep at, say 19, is suddenly infinitely harder at 28. I feel old ( Read more... )