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lady_t_220So, took Zet to the market and Kat's parents went totally insane and bought Waaaaay too much random stuff. :P They're going to have fun lugging all that back.
But Zet and I pretty much stuck to picking up the lace for the outfit, a bunch of chocolate for her to drag home and finally the all-important stop for some good ol' chips from the chippy up in the Devonshire. Mmm, so. damn. good.
The museum in the Carillon was open today too, and we got to go up and look at the bells as the guy was playing them. I'd not been up there myself since I was about 10 years old and it's EXACTLY THE SAME... Which is kinda' cool in its own little way cause it's often so tempting to try and modernise that kind of stuff and in the process lose the original intent. It's a war memorial. It's full of local historic war stuff. And bells. A lot of Bells. That were REALLY loud... :D
Kinda' fun though, and I discovered the deputy Carilloneur is the guy who used to teach piano at my old school. The one who had the really bad BO problem and the frighteningly bushy eyebrows and looked like he should be a child molestor or something even though he was a really nice bloke...
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House is pretty much full to popping right now, it must be said. People pretty much eeeeeverywhere, with more to come... *looks scared*
We put up the Gazebos this morning, and the weather's been glorious. Though in a moment of the most hysterical amusement to me, all the South Africans are wandering round complaining about the heat and I'm like... yeah, it's kinda' warm... it's been worse...
You're from South Africa and this is too hot? That's just WEIRD.
I don't think they're fully appreciating the effect of humidity on the ambient temperature.
So tomorrow, we're all supposed to be going to Warwick Castle. The Boywonder's fine with the driving hmself but there's like a mini-convoy of cars going up there, including K's dad P who's borrowing my mum's new ancient hunk-o-junk car... Mum's like "I want you to navigate for him, and you'll have to help out by warning him about traffic lights and roundabouts and things..."
[LT looks at her with abject HORROR]
*wibble*
Nooo... no, no, no, no, no... this is a bad, bad thing for me. This will not be a happy thought. I will never fly like Tinkerbell. Fuck. Me. No.
I'm not, it has to be said, the world's most confident driver myself. I drive locally (where I know the roads, the weirdness and a surprising amount of the people) but that's pretty much it unless I have JR up front effectively holding my hand. The maternal one's suggestion was preeeeetty much my vehicular definition of "I'm going to freak out now..."
I think she got that with the LOOK I gave her... eventually... after trying to cajole me into it...
...I'm wondering if I can ride with the boywonder...
[boks like the chicken she is]
But Zet and I pretty much stuck to picking up the lace for the outfit, a bunch of chocolate for her to drag home and finally the all-important stop for some good ol' chips from the chippy up in the Devonshire. Mmm, so. damn. good.
The museum in the Carillon was open today too, and we got to go up and look at the bells as the guy was playing them. I'd not been up there myself since I was about 10 years old and it's EXACTLY THE SAME... Which is kinda' cool in its own little way cause it's often so tempting to try and modernise that kind of stuff and in the process lose the original intent. It's a war memorial. It's full of local historic war stuff. And bells. A lot of Bells. That were REALLY loud... :D
Kinda' fun though, and I discovered the deputy Carilloneur is the guy who used to teach piano at my old school. The one who had the really bad BO problem and the frighteningly bushy eyebrows and looked like he should be a child molestor or something even though he was a really nice bloke...
[/random]
House is pretty much full to popping right now, it must be said. People pretty much eeeeeverywhere, with more to come... *looks scared*
We put up the Gazebos this morning, and the weather's been glorious. Though in a moment of the most hysterical amusement to me, all the South Africans are wandering round complaining about the heat and I'm like... yeah, it's kinda' warm... it's been worse...
You're from South Africa and this is too hot? That's just WEIRD.
I don't think they're fully appreciating the effect of humidity on the ambient temperature.
So tomorrow, we're all supposed to be going to Warwick Castle. The Boywonder's fine with the driving hmself but there's like a mini-convoy of cars going up there, including K's dad P who's borrowing my mum's new ancient hunk-o-junk car... Mum's like "I want you to navigate for him, and you'll have to help out by warning him about traffic lights and roundabouts and things..."
[LT looks at her with abject HORROR]
*wibble*
Nooo... no, no, no, no, no... this is a bad, bad thing for me. This will not be a happy thought. I will never fly like Tinkerbell. Fuck. Me. No.
I'm not, it has to be said, the world's most confident driver myself. I drive locally (where I know the roads, the weirdness and a surprising amount of the people) but that's pretty much it unless I have JR up front effectively holding my hand. The maternal one's suggestion was preeeeetty much my vehicular definition of "I'm going to freak out now..."
I think she got that with the LOOK I gave her... eventually... after trying to cajole me into it...
...I'm wondering if I can ride with the boywonder...
[boks like the chicken she is]
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