(Yeah, when am I not busy?) After a nice quiet weekend, life has reverted to its usual whirl of activity (but it’s ok, it’s in a good way). Last week of term, so work has been the usual madhouse, of course, and it’s turning into quite a social week as well. On Monday night I…
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Spring may not have sprung, but it’s definitely in the process of sproinging. Suddenly the days are getting longer (I’m actually getting home before dark in the evening!), daffodils are popping up everywhere, and blossom’s beginning to appear on the trees. Plus there’s just that indescribable smell in the air that tells you winter’s almost…
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I seem to have way too much of a social life at the moment – it was another week of being out almost every night. Tuesday was Chick Flicks night: Le fils de l’épicier (The Grocer’s Son) – a very French film (slow, philosophical, not much happening, but incredibly atmospheric). We saw it at the…
I just spent an hour writing a long and involved entry about all what I’ve been up to this week. And I managed to hit whatever that key combination is that Firefox interprets as “go back one page, and while you’re at it, don’t bother to cache anything that was in that textbox”. So it’s…
A morning that started off frustrating ended quite pleasantly. I’d arranged to meet Jenny for lunch, so as MrPloppy and I had a couple of bits and pieces we wanted to get done in town before that, we decided to try and catch an earlier bus than we usually would. Of course given that, it…
It’s been a busy few weeks. Work has been as ridiculous as always (actually, more so, thanks to idiots panicking unneccessarily about swine flu), and the rest of my time has flitted away in inconsequential ways in the way that time always does. So, as usual, rather than any sort of real account of what…
I remembered a couple more random things I’d been meaning to blog about, before being distracted by deleting half my entry the other day. For a start, I’d promised to post the official list of books from our fabulous “When Ballycumber went to Dunedin…” memory game we played on our way down to the booksale….