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I seem to get a lot of holidays, but they're only a day here and there as I've not taken a full week off this quarter. Not ideal.
Plan: haircut, then Film Club (Primer)
Saturday: London for double birthday outings - Alien/Predator (not Alien v Predator), tea and cake (must bring gfdf brownie in handbag), then dinner. Train works in the evening so it will take a bit longer and I'll need to get out to Seven Sisters, so I won't be up to much on Sunday.
Sunday: lie on sofa with books and DVDs and maybe beading bracelet and maybe SQL course.
Currently reading (but hefty so not taking on train) Frances Hardinge's A Face Like Glass, lovely world. The story is full of True Delicacies - fine foods and wines with almost mystical powers and amazing tastes, created by artisans using lengthy and arcane methods. If I had read it as a child I would have wanted to spend my money in Waitrose buying small waxed cheeses, arranging them carefully in the fridge (if Mum let me) and turning them assiduously and treating them in the manner prescribed in the hope that they would become magic, or at least I could eat them a couple of weeks later and pretend they were magic. If someone else in the family didn't get there first and eat one unwittingly, or move them to fit in some mint chocolate mousses, or make me go away to visit grandma for a weekend so I missed a crucial 12-hourly turning and all my efforts came to naught. <-- My life as a child
Plan: haircut, then Film Club (Primer)
Saturday: London for double birthday outings - Alien/Predator (not Alien v Predator), tea and cake (must bring gfdf brownie in handbag), then dinner. Train works in the evening so it will take a bit longer and I'll need to get out to Seven Sisters, so I won't be up to much on Sunday.
Sunday: lie on sofa with books and DVDs and maybe beading bracelet and maybe SQL course.
Currently reading (but hefty so not taking on train) Frances Hardinge's A Face Like Glass, lovely world. The story is full of True Delicacies - fine foods and wines with almost mystical powers and amazing tastes, created by artisans using lengthy and arcane methods. If I had read it as a child I would have wanted to spend my money in Waitrose buying small waxed cheeses, arranging them carefully in the fridge (if Mum let me) and turning them assiduously and treating them in the manner prescribed in the hope that they would become magic, or at least I could eat them a couple of weeks later and pretend they were magic. If someone else in the family didn't get there first and eat one unwittingly, or move them to fit in some mint chocolate mousses, or make me go away to visit grandma for a weekend so I missed a crucial 12-hourly turning and all my efforts came to naught. <-- My life as a child
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