Kits and Mortar Tumblr Strange Attractor Del.icio.us links TwitterYou might remember a while back that I blogged about my Mum knitting me iPod socks with a little pocket. Well, since then I bought a pair of earphones with a remote control and the whole thing, remote and earbuds, won't fit in the pocket. So Mum knitted me one with two pockets which does […]
The true meaning of life.
I keep thinking of blog posts I want to write, but never seem to feel much like writing them. I keep starting them in my head, but they never make it as far as the keyboard, let alone your screen. It's a sort of blogapathy.
Blogging goes in waves. I know this. Every blog has a […]
Off to Brugge in a half an hour. Just waiting for nail varnish to dry. Yes, I am capable of girliness once in a while.
It's got to that time of the year when Stu over at Feeling Listless does his review of the year. This time round, he asked us 'to describe a moment when […]
It's a little alarming when you realise that the only gigs you've been to this year have been Duran Duran gigs. For someone who used to be a music journalist, and who used to be a rabidly enthusiastic attendee at as many gigs as she could get tickets to, this realisation comes as somewhat of […]
Whilst I was in Paris after Les Blogs, I got cornered into contributing to a podcast by my esteemed other half and his mate dotBen. The results are finally up online, at their brand spanking (no pun intended) new Talking Shop podcast.
I have nothing to say about the puritanical rabbits or their procreational habits. I […]
I don't think I've had a month as quiet as this one for blogging, and here I am with a few moments spare whilst the veg roast and T'Other cooks his fish and I have absolutely no idea what to write about. My mind is a blank slate.
With any luck, it'll stay that way. Tis […]
It never rains but it pours.
Got home to discover a note from our downstairs neighbours. Seems the boiler here died, spewing water all over the place, flooding downstairs and shorting their electricity.
Oh dear.
We've had troubles with the heating and the water since I moved in, and this one kinda caps them all. So here I […]
Last night, at approximately 11.38 pm, my hot water bottle passed away from a fatally broken seal. It had been ill for a few weeks, but nothing could prepare me for the shock of having to suffer cold toes. I shall miss my hot water bottle. Despite many years of storage at the back of […]
Still insanely busy, as you may have surmised. Keep hoping it will calm down, but every quiet day is ruined by a crisis. I have so much unread and pending email I don't know where to start. Paris was fun, but not relaxing (more on Paris if I ever get the chance to sit and […]
Not dead yet. In Paris. Working more than holidaying. Need sleep. Can't wait for proper time off.