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anonymousblueberryAnd for the second day in a row, I was up at 7:30. I really have no idea why. It continues to be quiet out here in the arse end of nowhere. Dad and Kay are both at work, the neighbours are pootling about and the birds are singing. But at least they're not in the kitchen today.
Yesterday, I had the back door open, and while I was sitting in the lounge reading, I looked up and there was a blackbird sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor looking confused. It then proceeded to make life really difficult by spamming itself against the window that I was trying to open to let it out. Eventually, I won, and the blackbird tootled out and started making lots of noise and hopping round like nothing was wrong and it had always intended to do that.
And then I shut the door. Nature is awesome, just not in my house.
And the wasp nest is dead. Had that killed on friday, which took all of about 20 minutes from poison to death. I feel vaguely bad about it, but I hate wasps, they were keeping me up all night, and I'm fairly sure that the universe had its revenge on saturday when I did my back in putting a bloody messenger bag on the floor.
One minute I was fine, moving the kit for LARP from car to Dave's living room, then I put the bag with the manual down and ping, back be gone. I spent saturday afternoon in agony. I barely slept (to the extent I woke Dave up crying at about 3am, but refused to go to A&E because I'm an idiot) and then had to delay LARP to go to A&E and be shot full of the good drugs. LARP was run tabletop, I can't remember half of it, and I had to stay in MK an extra day as Dave did the disapproving glare dance of "you can't drive with that stuff still in your system" (I know I shouldn't have, but I wanted to be home, with my stuff). Needless to say I was fine on monday, just still a bit loopy from the drugs, which I haven't taken anymore of. There's a reason I stay well away from doctors; they're a bit too keen on bringing out the heavy stuff (they gave me cocodamol, diazepam and diclofenic) which does shitty things to my brain. Grrr.
I'm still a bit stiff, and driving for long periods isn't all that comfortable, but I'll survive. (touch wood, fingers crossed).
Today my hayfever is playing up, and I can't work out what's triggering it. Something in the garden I suspect, but what exactly, I have no idea.
And I'm stuck in the house waiting for a parcel. I ordered a new dress the other day, and it should be here in the next couple of days.
I got savaged by a small child on tuesday, which was traumatic (I don't really like children all that much, but they always seem to like me). She was a sweet enough kid, and if I hadn't still been in pain, I'm sure it would have been fine, but it was just a bit too much.
And that's about it. I was going to post some photos of how pretty it is here, but I can't find the cable for my camera.
Yesterday, I had the back door open, and while I was sitting in the lounge reading, I looked up and there was a blackbird sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor looking confused. It then proceeded to make life really difficult by spamming itself against the window that I was trying to open to let it out. Eventually, I won, and the blackbird tootled out and started making lots of noise and hopping round like nothing was wrong and it had always intended to do that.
And then I shut the door. Nature is awesome, just not in my house.
And the wasp nest is dead. Had that killed on friday, which took all of about 20 minutes from poison to death. I feel vaguely bad about it, but I hate wasps, they were keeping me up all night, and I'm fairly sure that the universe had its revenge on saturday when I did my back in putting a bloody messenger bag on the floor.
One minute I was fine, moving the kit for LARP from car to Dave's living room, then I put the bag with the manual down and ping, back be gone. I spent saturday afternoon in agony. I barely slept (to the extent I woke Dave up crying at about 3am, but refused to go to A&E because I'm an idiot) and then had to delay LARP to go to A&E and be shot full of the good drugs. LARP was run tabletop, I can't remember half of it, and I had to stay in MK an extra day as Dave did the disapproving glare dance of "you can't drive with that stuff still in your system" (I know I shouldn't have, but I wanted to be home, with my stuff). Needless to say I was fine on monday, just still a bit loopy from the drugs, which I haven't taken anymore of. There's a reason I stay well away from doctors; they're a bit too keen on bringing out the heavy stuff (they gave me cocodamol, diazepam and diclofenic) which does shitty things to my brain. Grrr.
I'm still a bit stiff, and driving for long periods isn't all that comfortable, but I'll survive. (touch wood, fingers crossed).
Today my hayfever is playing up, and I can't work out what's triggering it. Something in the garden I suspect, but what exactly, I have no idea.
And I'm stuck in the house waiting for a parcel. I ordered a new dress the other day, and it should be here in the next couple of days.
I got savaged by a small child on tuesday, which was traumatic (I don't really like children all that much, but they always seem to like me). She was a sweet enough kid, and if I hadn't still been in pain, I'm sure it would have been fine, but it was just a bit too much.
And that's about it. I was going to post some photos of how pretty it is here, but I can't find the cable for my camera.
