I can blog 'cos I slept, at night, for a whole night! (This has become rare.)
Last week went to see 'Watchmen' with Scrabblemouse (and Queex too, but he goes everywhere. Like a golf ball on your antenna.) Was enjoyable, but she and I have recently watched 'Space Mutiny' a lot*, so all action sequences were spoiled by us thinking 'Punch Rockgroin! Thick McRunfast! Slab Squatthrust!' and such.
Plus, big glowing blue fellow looked a little too much like Col. Glenn Manning for comfort. (Minus the US Army-issue nappy.)
Scrabblemouse & I are also doing belly-dancing now, and of course we are magic at it and never go the wrong way or overbalance or spontaneously do the Funky Chicken.
Tomorrow we are going to spend hours in the theatre seeing a very long play; His Dark Materials stage version, so all them hours will be good ones. I might fidget but they at least the two halves are technically two plays, so you get a nice rest. (Poor actors. At least it isn't 'The Warp'**.) Which will already mean I see more plays this year than I did last.
Are hospitals open on Bank Holidays? for, like, non-emergencies ('Go away, arterially bleeding man, we are shut.') I have to have testsesses. Also, any pointers for not being sick when they take blood? it happened 2ce so will probably again. I will try thinking about camels and that might work.*** Last time I had to hold some of the taken blood 'cos the nurse had full hands and was not Shiva and perhaps it was the holding of one's own fresh, warm vintage that proved nauseating. I don't usually mind blood though. So, camels it is!
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And now you can too! **I miss Ken Campbell. :-(
***You scoff, but it takes your mind off anything. Try it next time you're getting a no.1 all over, and the stylist is a little too keen with the clippers.