Bookshop III
Yesterday was quite shiny.
There was an expedition to Hampstead Heath with a wolf a jez a sally and a ginnie. There was looking at strange little shops and much eating the produce of small bakeries and cafes. There was also wandering around the heath and sitting on felled trees and talking, as well as staring longingly at many grand victorian houses.
In my case there was also the purchasing of a very small toy white tiger (as a rp prop, obviously, and not because it was painfully small, lost-looking and fluffy.)
The only downsides to the day was my realising that due to the other 'decorations' on my arms, bracelets and bangles look very silly on me even if I wish they didn't. And also the huge amount of garou talk made me wish very much that I could play in the venue. *sigh*
*neurons wonder how long they can bear having half a weekend and a reduced social life against the annoyance and blongeiness of getting a new job*
Now I'm in the bookshop. The annoying smelly man who treats this place like a library has been and gone. Half the world is in the pub, the other half in kew gardens.
My neurons want to be in london playing garou and drinking ginger tea and biscuits in the thai restaurant. My body would very much like to be wearing a corset for it is achey and fractious. And generally I would like it to be less hot so I can wear more and feel less ick.
Hm, summer makes raven's whinge a lot, doesn't it? feh.
There was an expedition to Hampstead Heath with a wolf a jez a sally and a ginnie. There was looking at strange little shops and much eating the produce of small bakeries and cafes. There was also wandering around the heath and sitting on felled trees and talking, as well as staring longingly at many grand victorian houses.
In my case there was also the purchasing of a very small toy white tiger (as a rp prop, obviously, and not because it was painfully small, lost-looking and fluffy.)
The only downsides to the day was my realising that due to the other 'decorations' on my arms, bracelets and bangles look very silly on me even if I wish they didn't. And also the huge amount of garou talk made me wish very much that I could play in the venue. *sigh*
*neurons wonder how long they can bear having half a weekend and a reduced social life against the annoyance and blongeiness of getting a new job*
Now I'm in the bookshop. The annoying smelly man who treats this place like a library has been and gone. Half the world is in the pub, the other half in kew gardens.
My neurons want to be in london playing garou and drinking ginger tea and biscuits in the thai restaurant. My body would very much like to be wearing a corset for it is achey and fractious. And generally I would like it to be less hot so I can wear more and feel less ick.
Hm, summer makes raven's whinge a lot, doesn't it? feh.