I have, on a whim, taken to wearing my perfumes again. Much as I've been wearing make-up again and forcing my poor ankle to deal with proper shoes, and wearing those nice trousers I bought before I mangled myself. I spent 2013 mostly trying to stay upright and getting trampled by my own life. This year is for getting up to speed again.

So I have ( Read more... )

I held up my long-delayed end of a bargain on the last Saturday before school started back and took Tori to The Ark in Dublin for their summer circus programme. Which was wonderfulGetting there, slightly less so, since the Enterprise on a Saturday morning is invariably packed out, and this was no exception. I ended up appropriating the fourth seat ( Read more... )

Second Monday with the M1 shut down for a security alert. This time joined by a broken down train at Finaghy, just to really snarl up the city.

It took an hour to get from my house to the city centre this morning. When I made it to work the toilets were broken. I am very, very tired of this. The 80s were absolutely no fun the first time round,

We have moved house. We have moved house and nobody has been murdered, despite some extreme provocation.

We have moved from our plumbed-by-a-maniac, Bakelite-fuseboxed 3-bed terrace built about 1870 two streets up the road to a 4 bed terrace house built in 1907 and now owned by an architect who when they bought it did sensible things like redo all ( Read more... )

... 'Welp, that went a bit to shit...'"

In other words, Mike had his second attack of the 'I live in London and fail to be cultural!' this summer and so we went to Othello in the National. And had dinner in the National too. Excellent food, very tolerant staff, and a collection of older ladies bemoaning the queue for the bathrooms with great ( Read more... )

Week before Easter, the physio summonsed me and gave me a lengthy list of exercises to do. Easter week, doctor had a good prod and I was packed off with instructions to ditch the air cast. And be careful. And use a crutch on the left, not the right, "you're not in 'Allo 'Allo ( Read more... )

I got the cast off (eventually, amid much confusion and a fun encounter with a man who will henceforth be known as Bad Attitude Registrar). And was given an air cast ( Read more... )

Thursday, went for check-up, which required the cast coming off. The plaster tech felt I was tensing up to much. I felt the plaster tech should be slightly less gung-ho about shouting at people to stop tensing up while he was waving a rotary saw at them. The nurse came in, rolled her eyes, and left us to it ( Read more... )

There's a fair difference between knowing theoretically that having a leg in plaster requires propping it up and not standing on it and actually doing it ( Read more... )

Monday night, after battling my way home through the police protection for the Council (apparently everyone else's safety is of no fucking concern whatsoever) Other Housemate and I when climbing.

I tackled the bouldering wall - there was one bit that was defeating me last week and I was going to get it, damnit. And I did. OH coached me up it, I got ( Read more... )