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enismirdalHappy Birthday doseybat and dwarrowchild!
Yesterday night I was watering my maranta, whilst standing on the computer chair. Unfortunately when I was getting back down, I misjudged the small jump and landed in a pile of newly-polished shoes (luckily the polish had, by then, dried) and twisted my ankle. Consequently, woke this morning with ankle still rather stiff and somewhat on the swollen and painful side. Was walking with an interesting limp for a while, until the ibuprofen kicked in *loves ibuprofen for such ailments* This improved things considerably.
Then got an unexpected text message from a friend. "Train arrives just after 2 - want to meet up?"
WTF?
I knew he was in Cambidge for his interview this week, but he had led me to think that it was tomorrow he was coming, not today. (By opening an earlier conversation with, "So, what are you doing on the 8th?")
However, apparently he was coming today. Realising I was likely to be playing hostess some, I did a frantic, insane tidying thing, followed by frantic, insane vaccuuming. Room looked mostly tidy when I got out of the door and headed to meet him. Train came sufficiently late to permit the purchase of chips - which were OK but not as good as Death's.
So I toured friend round Cambridge. Showed him Clare and King's and Catz and Trinity and pointed to Emma. Will show him more tomorrow after his interview. Luckily, Trinity sorted him a room for the night, so I don't have to worry about him sleeping on my floor or me having to be up early to let him out. We went to Café Nero for dinner and I got yummy soup and then chocolate orange cake (which disturbingly listed 'mayonnaise' in the ingredients...). Allowed him to munch my bourbon creams, so new pack is on tomorrow's shopping list ;) However, did not let him near the last pack of White Maltesers.
Oh, I got a couple of piccies of Cambridge being pretty. Will post when can be bothered to upload. The ones that should have been best came out blurred though (camera shake with a digital camera is possible!).
Unfortunately, Uli went to bed before friend left, so didn't get much time to talk.
On a lighter note, ibuprofen did a wonderful job of keeping ankle quiet so I could comfortably walk all afternoon :)
Plan now: wash up, write, sleep.
Yesterday night I was watering my maranta, whilst standing on the computer chair. Unfortunately when I was getting back down, I misjudged the small jump and landed in a pile of newly-polished shoes (luckily the polish had, by then, dried) and twisted my ankle. Consequently, woke this morning with ankle still rather stiff and somewhat on the swollen and painful side. Was walking with an interesting limp for a while, until the ibuprofen kicked in *loves ibuprofen for such ailments* This improved things considerably.
Then got an unexpected text message from a friend. "Train arrives just after 2 - want to meet up?"
WTF?
I knew he was in Cambidge for his interview this week, but he had led me to think that it was tomorrow he was coming, not today. (By opening an earlier conversation with, "So, what are you doing on the 8th?")
However, apparently he was coming today. Realising I was likely to be playing hostess some, I did a frantic, insane tidying thing, followed by frantic, insane vaccuuming. Room looked mostly tidy when I got out of the door and headed to meet him. Train came sufficiently late to permit the purchase of chips - which were OK but not as good as Death's.
So I toured friend round Cambridge. Showed him Clare and King's and Catz and Trinity and pointed to Emma. Will show him more tomorrow after his interview. Luckily, Trinity sorted him a room for the night, so I don't have to worry about him sleeping on my floor or me having to be up early to let him out. We went to Café Nero for dinner and I got yummy soup and then chocolate orange cake (which disturbingly listed 'mayonnaise' in the ingredients...). Allowed him to munch my bourbon creams, so new pack is on tomorrow's shopping list ;) However, did not let him near the last pack of White Maltesers.
Oh, I got a couple of piccies of Cambridge being pretty. Will post when can be bothered to upload. The ones that should have been best came out blurred though (camera shake with a digital camera is possible!).
Unfortunately, Uli went to bed before friend left, so didn't get much time to talk.
On a lighter note, ibuprofen did a wonderful job of keeping ankle quiet so I could comfortably walk all afternoon :)
Plan now: wash up, write, sleep.
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Date: 8 Dec 2004 01:16 (UTC)no subject
Date: 8 Dec 2004 11:39 (UTC)no subject
Date: 8 Dec 2004 08:01 (UTC)no subject
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Date: 8 Dec 2004 11:00 (UTC)That reminds me of a cake we could buy in our 6th form canteen. Chocolate cake slice, where the major ingredient was mayonaise O_o
Rest your ankle *nag* :P
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Date: 8 Dec 2004 13:01 (UTC)no subject
Date: 8 Dec 2004 17:39 (UTC)*grins* The thing with St Chad's is that the gates at both ends are supposed be kept locked at all times, so you need a key to get out. So yes, I would have to be in a state to walk down to the gate at the time he had to leave, which would have been something like 9am...bleurgh!