In that situation, one should always check the Meaning of Liff (all the gods bless Lloyd and Adams): ARAGLIN (n. archaic)A medieval practical joke played by young squires on a knight aspirant the afternoon he is due to start his vigil. As the knight arrives at the castle the squires attempt to raise the drawbridge…
Category: frustration
Friday is for Books
I’m packing them, Bernard Black is trying not to sell them. Why can’t I be more like Bernard? Hail Black Books, Dylan Moran, Graham Linehan, Bill Bailey and the wonderful Tamsin Greig. “Manny — splishy-splashy!”
If Thursday was a Boat…
“Here’s why I did not go to work today…” I’m spending this “surreptitiously unique” day once more in the moving process because time is running out, work was not advancing well anyway, and it’s got to get done. Somehow, somehow — at least Harry Nilsson is in my head. Think positive: progress is being made….
Boxing Day
Just taking a break from the numbing process. Today we need to box up everything that’s sitting on furniture large enough to have to be moved on the truck that we rented for tomorrow. Time to turn off the brain in order to avoid thinking about a) how much stuff we still have, b) how…
What Fresh Hell?
What could make the process of moving less pleasant? 90+ F degree weather (that’s 30+ C) and humidity — what is this, Houston?! Let’s not forget thunderstorms, too. We moved some lighter stuff yesterday: musical instruments and dvds. Our new stove is in, though not the new fridge and our landlord was busy painting some…
Son of Dracula Iron-On
Big thanks to Gene for scanning in this beauty:Yes, it’s the iron-on patch from the soundtrack album for the Apple film Son of Dracula, starring Harry Nilsson and, as Merlin, Ringo Starr. Thanks to the internet, I finally got a copy of the film some time back. It’s not good (shock! horror!), but I have…
How to Survive Moving
Don’t do it…
Ah, London
Today is the first day of the rest of the month, and for us it’s the beginning of the hideous process known as moving. This is one of the shorter moves we’ve had in recent years, so I ought not to complain, but it’s still a painful process best avoided by putting my fingers in…
The Traveler Returns
Nearly twenty four hours passed between the time I awoke in my wee wheeled bed at the Hotel Tavistock and the hour when at last I collapsed in my own creaky bed with whining cat and grateful husband at about one am (6am GMT); far too long for a mere cross-Atlantic voyage. The time span…
Vecchia Zimarra
Off to Connecticut tonight to empty out the storage space. I shall have to sing my goodbyes to the things we throw away (may they be many). But I’ll think about that later — work to do now and anyway, I should be thinking about seeing friends tonight (a much more pleasant thought). I woke…