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Dec. 14th, 2006 02:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stellar_muddleThey have reformatted the web interface for updating haven't they. Hmph.
I think my grumpy inner 5 year old has emerged. Whingy little thing, ain't she.
Yesterday was good: Z's work Christmas dinner was at a very nice italian restaurant with variable but generally quite nice food (the fish and the lemon gelati were really nice). After, went to the pub across the road (Boho) and giggled at the bad clothing that went with their 80s night. Very bad music, yet your toes tapped cause they did at least recognise it. At least ended with The Cure - Love Cats. Late night for a week night.
Hence a lazy start to this morning. Z was slightly late to work, or rather he will be working a little later this evening to make up for getting in later. Oh well. Very nice music on the morning radio. Good for ignoring the rest of the world to.
Afternoon: Not so good. At least it is drizzling. This place/continent needs a couple days of steady drizzle just slowly soaking in. Not enough to flood and wash everthing away, but a decent slow soak before it can evaporate off. I would of course have a load of laundry in the machine, but you get that.
The inner 5 year old appears to have escaped out and be grumpy with respect to not being able to find things. Mess mess mess everywhere and nothing where you remember it. Still haven't found a bunch of things. REALLY need bookshelves, a filing cabinet, a desk or two or three (computer, scribbling and calligraphy... and mabe a leatherworking corner...). Spaces rather than surfaces for putting things on including the growing rock collection. Basically it needs biting the bullet and spending a weekend cleaning and tidying and making bookshelves and putting things away - with the owner of the other half f the junk collection. Or at least part of the time over Christmas looting and sourcing and finding.
So, what is it about talking about the inner 5 year old that calms her down and placates her - with the assistance of a cinnamon lolly and Loreena McKennitt's Mask and Mirror album. She is much more fun to be around when giggling at raibows and belly buttons.
But, I am not certain I want her writing the job application... May keep her amused/restrained with flatfelling seams for a while.
I think my grumpy inner 5 year old has emerged. Whingy little thing, ain't she.
Yesterday was good: Z's work Christmas dinner was at a very nice italian restaurant with variable but generally quite nice food (the fish and the lemon gelati were really nice). After, went to the pub across the road (Boho) and giggled at the bad clothing that went with their 80s night. Very bad music, yet your toes tapped cause they did at least recognise it. At least ended with The Cure - Love Cats. Late night for a week night.
Hence a lazy start to this morning. Z was slightly late to work, or rather he will be working a little later this evening to make up for getting in later. Oh well. Very nice music on the morning radio. Good for ignoring the rest of the world to.
Afternoon: Not so good. At least it is drizzling. This place/continent needs a couple days of steady drizzle just slowly soaking in. Not enough to flood and wash everthing away, but a decent slow soak before it can evaporate off. I would of course have a load of laundry in the machine, but you get that.
The inner 5 year old appears to have escaped out and be grumpy with respect to not being able to find things. Mess mess mess everywhere and nothing where you remember it. Still haven't found a bunch of things. REALLY need bookshelves, a filing cabinet, a desk or two or three (computer, scribbling and calligraphy... and mabe a leatherworking corner...). Spaces rather than surfaces for putting things on including the growing rock collection. Basically it needs biting the bullet and spending a weekend cleaning and tidying and making bookshelves and putting things away - with the owner of the other half f the junk collection. Or at least part of the time over Christmas looting and sourcing and finding.
So, what is it about talking about the inner 5 year old that calms her down and placates her - with the assistance of a cinnamon lolly and Loreena McKennitt's Mask and Mirror album. She is much more fun to be around when giggling at raibows and belly buttons.
But, I am not certain I want her writing the job application... May keep her amused/restrained with flatfelling seams for a while.
