Co-tutoring a Speaking With Confidence course on Thursday. Helping people feel more able to do their thing and being able to enthuse about how writing works.
The difficult and perplexing
Ugh, the trains home from London afterwards. Apparently there was a bomb scare at New Southgate. Anyway, I didn’t get home until nine at night, and because the train was pretty crowded I couldn’t take my mask off and was getting more and more antsy.
The cat brought up a hairball on my computer keyboard. At least it wasn’t on the laptop, I suppose.
Far more serious than any of that, this week saw a difficult anniversary for some of my in-laws. I’ve been thinking of them a lot.
Make-up. I can’t usually be bothered, but I like to put a game face on when I’m delivering training, and I got three separate compliments.
Taking my bike on the train to an appointment on Tuesday evening meant that what would have been a twenty minute walk on an unfamiliar road became a five minute ride on an unfamiliar road, and I was able to get things done and get the next train back.
I finished Destination Unknown, which I hadn’t exactly meant to do, but the cat was on my lap and there was nothing else within reach. Continuing slowly with Meet Cute. And I got to the Council of Elrond and out the other side.
I forgot to mention last week that I finished The Paris Apartment. Certainly twisty, but I don’t think it’s Foley’s best.
A tiny, tiny bit on the Romeo and Juliet thing. If I have very little reading brain, my writing brain is barely there at all.
Secret patchwork project is 5/6 done, and I’ll be able to share pictures very soon.
Eurosport’s winter sports offerings; today, in particular, the Grand Prix Espoo.
Supper today was pancakes stuffed with a sausage, tomato and cabbage filling, a bit like bigos except using fresh cabbage instead of sauerkraut. Except I can’t do pancakes, so the filling was on the side.
I had a really nice piece of Bakewell tart on Thursday. Kudos to the work canteen and whoever they get their cake from.
A magnificent mutant Tangfastic (see picture). It seems to have been made of three dinosaurs and a dummy. I’ve eaten it now.
In the garden
The Japanese anemone is flowering. And I really need to sweep up some leaves. And prune the fruit trees.
My big Chinese quilted jacket. I got it for a few quid in a Cambridge charity shop several years ago and it is just the thing for winter.
A few ebooks that were on sale in Kobo. Today I picked up two Chrestomanci books (Diana Wynne Jones) and a couple of Eva Ibbotsons too in the Ely charity shops. My inner twelve year old is very pleased.
Line of the week
Because the hotel in Destination Unknown sounds heavenly, or, one shoud say, paradisiacal:
This was what a garden was meant to be, a place shut away from the world – full of green and gold.
Here’s a bit from the Romeo and Juliet thing:
He slung his kitbag over the shoulder and crossed the footbridge, the noise of his boots on the iron treads drowned by the yell of the whistle. He paused for a moment at the middle. An express train was hurtling towards him on the up fast line, seeming to gather speed and detail as it approached.
This coming week
Advent starts tomorrow! I seem to be on all the rotas at once, but am departing for the Isle of Wight on Monday morning.
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