This month is getting busier and busier. in good ways. There are lots of things I’ve been meaning to do for ages and now need to before October – going to the Law Society with Dad, picking out my birthday present with Mum, visiting pots at the British Museum – as well as all the normal ‘I have free time to fill’ stuff like gigs (Spektor squeeeee) and shopping with Lou and randomness with Stu. And hopefully this weekend I’ll be going down to Cambridge with Beka. I love making plans.
Spent afternoon sitting in Susannah’s garden in a bizarre combination of hideous clothing painting a large bedsheet with the words BELL, TOWER, OPEN and DAY on it. Finishing it tomorrow morning. with luck.
Heroes was awesome once again. I figured we’d be in a sweaty crowd in B’ham this time next week, so I watched the second as well. I fear the dress I was repairing at the same time suffered slightly due to my unwillingness to look down very often.
Heffers have emailed to say they will process my order now, so perhaps in a few days I shall have some books to read that aren’t Lysias. Thank goodness.
Kitchen progress ground to a halt today, but possibly tomorrow there will be PLUMBER, and with him he will bring the holy covenant of GAS HOB, and then we shall all be freed from the cold iron clutches of MICROWAVE FOOD.
Kitchen man has also rehung downstairs toilet door as it has never closed properly; hadn’t really noticed this problem until this afternoon when I began making unnecessarily loud noises while violently slamming the now easily-shutting door in the manner that I have been accustomed to for the last twelve years. Will probably be able to adjust this habit, but I suspect it will take lots of time and many more convoluted sentences.