sporting/injuries
I was back at work today, after my week of viral myalgia induced rest. Aside from toppling down the stairs on Saturday afternoon and sustaining a nasty carpet graze on my right elbow, my arms and fingers are back to normal. Which is just as well really, as I invested in a Game Boy Advance at the weekend and have been obsessively raising Pokemon ever since. As is traditional, the Pokemon I capture are named after those on my live journal friends list. Top of the tree at present is Verlaine - a water-based creature whose special move is Ice Blast. He can trap opponents in a frosty prison with one withering glance. But Miss Frost is fast catching him up, and she’s a demon with her energy sapping Mega Drain. She does a little dance when she defeats her enemies, and leaves fall out of her skirt. Sadly trailing at the back is Rhodri - a psychic who doesn’t want to evolve. I took him to a Pokemon doctor who told me he was unhappy because he ‘wanted more babying’. Modern busy mother that I am, I’ve put him in a day care centre where for £500 they’ll evolve him for me. It’s not a bad place. There’s an outside pool.
On Saturday night I had the great pleasure of seeing The Magnetic Fields live in concert for the very first time. They were wonderful, like a warm embrace in aural form. One of my lesser crimes is that I often pay far more attention to a song’s melody than to its lyrics, but listening again to the songs sung with such heartfelt emotion on Saturday, the lyrics are jumping out at me like so many well evolved Pokemon. We were in the front row of the upper circle, which afforded a good view but I’d like to be closer to the action next time. They play the Royal Festival Hall in October, and I’m tempted to queue overnight like Tim Henham fans at Wimbledon.
Speaking of which, has anyone ever visited Wimbledon? Every year I think I’d like to go, but faff and faff and fail to do so. I already have a day’s holiday booked for 2nd July, but this is late on in the proceedings and it looks as if the only listed match is the men’s semi finals. Does anyone know if other lesser matches continue right until the end? I don’t fancy camping overnight for centre court tickets, so I’d prefer other matches - but I'd like to go anyway, if just to sit on Henman Hill and soak up the atmosphere.
Yesterday, we did very British Sunday Things: we ate a cooked breakfast rather than the usual bowl of Special K, strolled around the hugely picturesque village of Stoke Bruene and drank pints in the sunshine overlooking the canal, and peered through windows of empty houses for sale and wondered whether we could buy them with the small change in our pockets and the 5p piece that strange_powers picked up from the pavement.
This looks much better in the flesh (or brick I suppose), and is a grade II listed cottage right on the canal path. I wouldn’t say no. But browsing the same estate agent's site, I’ve completely fell in love with this. If you get bored with sitting in the 28 foot front room, you can adjourn to the 21 foot one in the schoolhouse that lives at the bottom of the garden. I also have a day’s post Derren Brown holiday booked for Wednesday (in case he hypnotised me into being his love slave for the night, and for most of the next day). Do I dare book an appointment?
Despite the Britishness, we didn’t put a flag in the car. I’m with Rhodri on this one. And like Morrissey, I've been dreaming of a time when to be English is not to be baneful - to be standing by the flag, not feeling shameful, racist, or racial. When there’s no stigma attached to the flag, I’ll stop being annoyed by it.
On Saturday night I had the great pleasure of seeing The Magnetic Fields live in concert for the very first time. They were wonderful, like a warm embrace in aural form. One of my lesser crimes is that I often pay far more attention to a song’s melody than to its lyrics, but listening again to the songs sung with such heartfelt emotion on Saturday, the lyrics are jumping out at me like so many well evolved Pokemon. We were in the front row of the upper circle, which afforded a good view but I’d like to be closer to the action next time. They play the Royal Festival Hall in October, and I’m tempted to queue overnight like Tim Henham fans at Wimbledon.
Speaking of which, has anyone ever visited Wimbledon? Every year I think I’d like to go, but faff and faff and fail to do so. I already have a day’s holiday booked for 2nd July, but this is late on in the proceedings and it looks as if the only listed match is the men’s semi finals. Does anyone know if other lesser matches continue right until the end? I don’t fancy camping overnight for centre court tickets, so I’d prefer other matches - but I'd like to go anyway, if just to sit on Henman Hill and soak up the atmosphere.
Yesterday, we did very British Sunday Things: we ate a cooked breakfast rather than the usual bowl of Special K, strolled around the hugely picturesque village of Stoke Bruene and drank pints in the sunshine overlooking the canal, and peered through windows of empty houses for sale and wondered whether we could buy them with the small change in our pockets and the 5p piece that strange_powers picked up from the pavement.
This looks much better in the flesh (or brick I suppose), and is a grade II listed cottage right on the canal path. I wouldn’t say no. But browsing the same estate agent's site, I’ve completely fell in love with this. If you get bored with sitting in the 28 foot front room, you can adjourn to the 21 foot one in the schoolhouse that lives at the bottom of the garden. I also have a day’s post Derren Brown holiday booked for Wednesday (in case he hypnotised me into being his love slave for the night, and for most of the next day). Do I dare book an appointment?
Despite the Britishness, we didn’t put a flag in the car. I’m with Rhodri on this one. And like Morrissey, I've been dreaming of a time when to be English is not to be baneful - to be standing by the flag, not feeling shameful, racist, or racial. When there’s no stigma attached to the flag, I’ll stop being annoyed by it.