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Valentines meals, disturbing theatre, and college friends

Valentines meals, disturbing theatre, and college friends

Friday. Eschewing my bicycle for the first time in three week’s today, Emma collected me from work this afternoon and we went into Oxford, first to wander and potter and buy too many books, and then to enjoy a belated Valentines Day meal at the Acanthus Restaurant in the Randolph Hotel with their special, cheaper, pre-theatre menu. In a relaxed dining environment we enjoyed a lovely three-course meal. Then, we went for something completely different…

We walked up the length of St Giles to the reasonably new Mathematical Institute to see Creation Theatre’s latest site-specific offering of George Orwell’s 1984. You can see my review here. To lighten the mood pre- and post- show we enjoyed bumping unexpectantly into my old college friend Julie and her eldest daughter. She hasn’t changed one bit in the twenty intervening years – has it really been that long?!? – and makes me even more determined that we should meet up again properly soon.

It’s actually scientifically impossible to have too many books.

The Friendship of Lady Ros Letellier

Tonight, Emma and I went to celebrate Ros’ 40th birthday. Ros (and Nick) are good friends who I wish that I had known for a lot longer than I have. They had a memory book for us all to write in, and me being me, I decided to write a poem. It’s not the finest of works, but it’s literally a first draft, honest, from the heart, and true. I’ll let these words do the talking as to why Ros means what she does, and why so many of her friends turned out on a freezing cold January night to celebrate with her.

There once was a lady called Ros
We met when when we went to a musical about Oz
We were friends at Blackwell—
back before those Wiley days.
We partied at The Bod
and our friendship has been For Good.
You were the only girl on my stag boat
We can go for months without seeing  each other
—but everytime we do, its like it was yesterday.
Thank you fro being the best of frinds
Lady Ros.

Nothing’s changed; everything’s changed

Nothing's changed; everything's changed

This evening, instead of making for my mad dash to a sweat-inducing bus, I met up with a couple of old schoolfriends – Ricki and Natasha – who I haven’t seen in just about 20 years (Rachel and Joe’s wedding on the 2nd(?) September to be precise). I say schoolfriends but that term has always been an awkward one for me. I had a group of people, usually different one’s at times, whom I was friendly with whilst at school, but save from Patrick (the closest thing to a best friend up until they rejigged our classes aged 11, and then Rachel from Sixth Form and ever since, I’ve never really had any one single, or group of, constants in my peer groups. I guess I always thought I was lonely and a ‘Billy No-Mates’.

Apparently that’s not how Natasha remembers me, I found out today. Quiet and shy maybe, but not a Billy no-mates…

I try not to live my life by regrets and if onlys, but I do wish that I knew now what I know about myself back then. Back then, I would never have ended up meeting a couple of people from school who I hadn’t seen for 20 years (and yes, I was really scared today – I don’t know why but I was…). Then again, I wouldn’t be who I am today, with the very good life that I have today if I had been different back then.

At least I can give thanks to the internet. Not only has it given me a job now (just what would the the job title Web and Digital Media Officer have meant back then when there was neither the web nor digital media…?!), but it has given me my life, my wife, and access to the friendships I wasn’t confident enough to realise I had back then.

Connection on the tracks

Connection on the tracks

On http://portsmouthpartnership.org/?kompas=%D8%A7%D9%84%D9%81%D9%88%D8%B1%D9%83%D8%B3-%D8%A7%D9%84%D8%A5%D8%B3%D9%84%D8%A7%D9%85%D9%8A&c06=2d الفوركس الإسلامي Jack FM this morning, ritirare il guadagno delle opzioni binarie Caroline Verdon was talking about how she  as on a train at the weekend and over-hearing the conversation of two strangers nearby, and the obvious connection that at they had, but then the disapointment that she felt when, at Didcot, she got off the train without any exchange of telephone numbers.

Meeting on a train is the stuff of nightmares in real life. How many times have you sat in your seat and prayed that no one will talk to you and break into your personal space? And yet its also the stuff of story fantasy. Take my all time favourite film, the 1995 film Before Sunrise, for example, a film where they talk, talk some more, and talk until they maybe, possibly get together. Caroline’s report this morning reminded me of a real-life version of this film. We will never know now whether these two ever see each other again since their parting at Didcot…

You can form lasting friendships on trains though, as I myself have proved. Twenty-one years ago on a much-delayed British Railways Cross-Country train from Crewe to Norwich (so late that instead of reaching my onward destination of Lowestoft in time for tea, my mum and dad had to collect me from Norwich after midnight!) I met my friend Carole – she a strudent in Liverpool. We struck up a conversation, and became friends. We saw each other a couple of times after that and  have exchanged Christmas cards and letters every year since then. And now with Facebook we are more in contact.

So friendships formed on trains are not just the thing of storybooks or wish-fulfilment on the count of fellow-passengers Maybe this couple that Caroline saw will find themselves again. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if they heard the story on the radio too and got in contact?!

On the eighth day of advent: Christmas concerts and American-themed Diners

A bit of a productive day today, cleaning out the animals and such, but I did get some good reading time in there too – that is – when I wasn’t staring at the most gorgeous of sunsets…

BicesterSunset_20131208_166After the sunset, we headed out into Bicester to watch Lucy in Bicester Concert Band’s Christmas concert in St Edburg’s Church. It was a joint one with a local school choir, and was fun, and good, and Christmassy…

BicesterConcertBand_20131208_171…and then, because by then it was 8 o’clock and none of us had had anything to eat, we decided to go for a bite to eat with Lucy and Luke at the newly opened Dean’s Diner – an American 50s-style restaurant – that has just opened up in the town centre.

We had milkshakes, burgers and fries. Not really on-diet, but very nice, and it was nice to see Lucy and Luke again.

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Remember, remember the fifth of November…

Remember, remember the fifth of November...

Okay, I know it’s actually only the 2 November, not the true date for a Guy Fawks celebration! We don’t tend to go to the fireworks every year, but the Bicester town one’s always put on a good show and are cheaper than some around. When we headed out to meet up with Charmain and Kerry, and Lucy and Luke this evening, it was into one of the day’s showers and a very blustery wind.

The wind and the rain did cause some trouble for the guys lighting the bonfire, but the rain cleared for the display itself which was fantastic, with a good soundtrack of music. Very festive…

After the fireworks we decamped to The Swan, via a shortcut through the graveyard for a quick drink before finding our table at Pizza Express for a very nice, not completely unhealthy, but very off-Slimming World meal. The tomato and mozzarella salad that that I had for starters was yummy in the extreme, but then it was, I think, a whole mozzarella! Both Emma and I had the low calorie pizzas with a whole in the middle for a salad, and finished it up with a raspberry sorbet.

Good friends, good laughs; an excellent evening. 🙂

In the intervening 14 years

It’s been 14 years since I first met my friends Iain and Linzi Murray. It was on Lundy Island, and the scene of my second (of many) National Trust working holidays. That was the holiday that I met Kate – the schizophrenic manic depressive ex-girlfriend (not that I knew that until after it was too late). It’s been 14 years since I last saw them last, but we’ve kept in contact every year since by telephone and email. They’ve always been quite far away from me – either up in Yorkshire or down in Cornwall – but where having a weekend up in Oxfordshire and so this afternoon they came over for tea and dinner.

It’s the first time they’ve met Emma but we all got on fabulously, and they really haven’t changed a bit in all those years. They are such lovely, lovely people, and its been really nice to catch up properly. Must try and make it not so long next time to be apart from such good friends.

The day that comes but once every four years

There’s been a bit of challenge/suggestion going round the internet in the last few weeks that we should all do something different, something away from the norm on Wednesday 29 February, it being a day that only comes once every four years. I didn’t actively go out to seek something to do, and what I did do was more down to the coming together of schedules, but I like the way that it does fit the brief.

Also, a the iStockphoto stand at yesterday’s TFM&A fair I picked up this cute badge which seems oddly appropriate for the occasion…

So what with Emma doing the twilight shift this week, straight after work today I headed down off The Hill into Oxford and met up with rachel2205. I’ve known Rachel for nine years now, and yet we have never met. She was one of my first LiveJournal friends. If I recall correctly there was some LJ Text messaging feature that I was looking into and I was browsing the a support board, and so was she and her Princess Bride icon caught my eye – she was a writer too, and somehow we got chatting… At the time she was doing her undergraduate degree in York and in the intervening time she’s done her masters, got a PhD worked in Paris, and now has ended up in Oxford. One of the things that I like about LiveJournal is the way that you can filter what you right to ever tighter groups of friends and Rachel has been on some of my most tightly locked friends groups. I felt that since we were in the same city it was time that we met.

There’s always a risk, I guess, that people that you come across online are not who they seem when you meet them in real life. Oddly, considering how I can be in social situatons, I don’t seem to have that problem with judging people online. After all, that’s how I met Emma and look where that led! 🙂 Anyway Rachel is as lovely, friendly, clever and interesting a person in real life as she she has been through the medium of livejournal, and latterly facebook and twitter. I feel blessed to have such good friends.

Next up, and this may take some planning considering Rachel’s schedule and Emma’s work rota, but I feel that we need to all meet up one weekend (with Rachel’s boyfriend Keiran), maybe on an occasion when when Emma and I can introduce them to the magic that Creation Threatre present…?

So I ask you, this 29 February, It’s 29 February, what one thing have you done that you’ve never done before?

Friends, Snow and Creativity

Not that it is over yet – I am about to embark on some more drawing/illustrating – but this weekend has been, if very, very cold, very enjoyable too.

Yesterday, Ros and Nick came over for the afternoon with James and Sophie, and we had a nice if bitterly cold walk to our local park and then beyond to Bure Park nature reserve before returning home to the snuggly warmth of our home and a cup of tea and a chat. It was very nice to catch up, and then Ros and Nick left just before the snow began to fall. We had sausages and mash for dinner (no gravy pancakes this week!) and I spent the evening sketching illustrations for the chapter headings of The End Of All Worlds. Scarily I am actually now 12 down of the estimated 36 needed – which is an alarminly large amount of the work already done! 🙂

Today, has been a quieter day. We had a lazy start to the morning, for me porridge for breakfast with cinnamon, blueberries and honey and just a dash of milk, and a read of the Sunday paper before we got moving. After feeding the animals, we had a bit of a walk round the estate, had a spot of lunch, and then went on a drive up to Brill Hill for the view. Now we’re back home to hibernate in front of the fake fire, and I’m about to do some more illustrating…

On the twenty-first day of advent: the shortest day…

~ I have finished my present wrapping – well, with the exception of the yet to arrive amazon delivery. Ggrrr, its frustrating. I pay for Amazon Prime which gives me free next day delivery on all eligible items (or everything sold by amazon itself), and ordered my last present on Sunday. It was dispatched on Monday with delivery scheduled for yesterday. When it didn’t arrive I went to track the order because all prime deliveries come with tracking to see that there was no tracking because it had gone out by standard Royal Mail. What the?!? So I contacted amazon by email and they responded very quickly and offered me £3 by way of compensation and dispatched a new copy of the thing but this one is still going out by First Class. Who knows when I will receive one or other or both or neither parcels…?

~ Emma’s best friend Caroline came to visit for lunch and pressies with her children on their way back up to Yorkshire. Arthur, in particular, did a good job of flying the feline flag and entertaining the children.

~ This afternoon I have been mixing up chocolate truffle mixture and baking mince pies whilst catching up on the last four days of The Archers

Grilling Aubergines

Ros and Nick, and Jane, came over for dinner tonight and to eat the meal that I had spent much of the afternoon preparing. I had been tossing up between a roast or aubergine lasagne for a while but in the end came down on the latter because you can get all the preparation done in advance and devote time to your guests when they arrive.

The downside to this plan is that preparing four aubergines for cooking is a laborious process. First you have to slice them and salt them and leave them and wash them, and then you have to fry them and you need the pan really, best phones for forex trading really hot for that and go through so much oil in the process. It’s a hot job, and a long job, and one that you can get bored of very, very quickly. That said, I must look up the latest aubergine news on t’internet because Ros was telling us that all that egg-plant preparation is no longer needed because they’ve changed the way they grow them now. Must look into this or else I might have to stuff my principles and look into the ready grilled, frozen variety.

Although I say so myself, the finished lasagne was one of my best. You know how, often when you make lasagne you get those annoying corners of uncooked pasta sticking out the top? Well there was none of that – just a deliciously creamy and cheesy topping. What’s more, the slabs of main course came out the dish and sat robustly on the plate. A perfect follow up to Em’s melon and prosciutto starter.

For desert we had profiteroles, made earlier from the opcje binarne 5 minutowe St Michael’s Freezer Book (what did happen to St Michael of Marks & Spencer land?), with chocolate sauce. All very successful.

We had a lovely evening. They are all such nice people, they are a pleasure to be in the company of and friends with. And yes, Ros, if I do get Shepline Publishing going you can be Marketing Director and work from home from your office-cum-nursery. Oh, and Jane, how do you feel like being Commissioning Editor?

Visitations III

~ Emma’s best friend, Caroline and her children came to visit us on their way back up north. It was nice to see them and they got to meet the chickens. Sadly they weren’t here for very long but we should be seeing them again at Christmas.

~ It was pretty cold and miserable and threatening rain when Caroline left us. The easy choice would have been to go back indoors and hibernate. That would have been so easy, but sometimes one needs to act on your instincts and get out in the countryside for a walk. We did, and I took Emma to Wytham Woods and I’m glad we did because we had a really nice walk and blew those cobwebs away. Plus, it’s a good area of woodland and possibly a local alternative for Burnham Beeches.

Stowesome Sunset and Vegetable Curry

Emma was taking delivery of her ‘new’ bedroom furniture with the aid of her dad and her mum’s car this morning, which left me with a good opportunity to start sorting stuff. And I had a reasonably productive morning at it. Gathering together old video tapes that have since been duplicated by dvds and an (admittedly) small collection of books I was able to make a first delivery to Oxfam in town, and said goodbye to my old bike (a 16th birthday present) to the tip. I was encouraged by the man there, who said that they had someone who came and collected them, fixed them up and then shipped them out to Africa. I like the idea of my trusty steed cycling for years around a desert somewhere…

When Emma did arrive, we headed straight off to get some sun (admittedly of the setting variety) at Stowe landscape gardens. I had hoped to revel in my enjoyment of snowdrops but were too late to get into the gardens, so we went for a very pleasant walk around the outer-estate instead amongst blue sky and golden light.



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…and then, to round off a nice afternoon we went out to dinner at Ros and Nick’s. Good food, in the form of a vegetable currey, and good company; I like these friends. By way of comparison to the houses we have seen so far, they gave us the guided tour, and told us about this curious hot air central heating system. Rather than radiators the houses were built with boilers in the centre of the house that warms the air and pushes it out into all the rooms of the house via grills in the walls. Curious…

A New Life

Today has been cold, cold and grey. And I’ve found it hard to settle today. I discovered that the other job I enquired about with Inspired Selection is actually the very same 6 month contract that I had an interview for back on Tuesday (it seems so long ago now…) and I’m thinking, but how many more people are they interviewing. On the one hand I have Melissa at the agency really ‘bigging me up’ and telling me that jobs all but mine, and then they are interviewing more people and not making a decision and…

Oh. Bugger. The 1 month crappily-paid temp job that high street agency was considering me for has just filled the place with someone else. Damn me and my honesty, I’m being screwed big time for it now. I can feel the 6 month slipping further from my grasp, and now I’ve lost the last chance of having something for Tuesday. I should have looked after no one other than myself and taken v. temp job and then quit out of it if things changed, but no, opzioni binarie investimento I have to tell the truth and…

An afternoon signing on with other agencies. Umm, not quite. I did go into Oxford with every intention of signing on at some more, but instead met up with Louise (who was killing time before her train back to Edinburgh after her meeting with the http://brickwickprojects.co.uk/blog/feed 60 seconds binary options wiggly worm man) for a drink. Then I considered mobile phones in Carphone Warehouse and headed on down to buy Viagra online in Scottsdale Arizona The Star to meet Ros and some of the other guys from work…

The eleventh hour. No one I recognised was in the pub when I arrived so I went and stood out the front. Then the phone rang, at about ten past five. Melissa from the agency. They want to offer me the job. 6 months. Starts Wednesday. Yeessssss!!!!!! Talk about leaving it to the last minute. And hey, I’m outside a pub, where my friends have just arrived, a good place to celebrate! 🙂

Sunday, the day after yesterday

You know how some weekends are just good from start to finish? Well, this weekend has been one of those. There’s been no frittering of time doing really stupid, time-wasting things. It’s just been all, most definitely, good.

This afternoon, I headed down to Oxford, parking & تحتاج إلى كسب المال اليوم riding into town (on my silver steed) to meet up in the cafe in St Mary’s Crypt for another play meeting. We spend most of the time working through Act Four, and it is getting so tantalisingly close to being fiinished. Then I headed back home to do a bit more writing, and check some emails, speak to my parents before they jet off to America for a bit, and suddenly it was 7 o’clock. And so I headed back into Oxford, this time driving into the centre to meet up with Clare for a meal, and a chat, and a kind of mini-leaving do. Very pleasant evening. Friends are nice. 🙂

Now, it’s time for bed, before waking up for my last day of paid employment. It’s going to be a funny ol’ day tomorrow, I can tell…

Field of Buttercups
Field of Buttercups
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Nature's Clock
Nature’s Clock
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New friends, books, and casing the joint

1. Got up early (yes, woken by John Humphries and the Today programme) this Saturday morning. 9am I had an appointment for an overdue haircut. One of these days, I might be brave enough to change the style, but for now I went for a trim and tidy-up. Then I headed on into Oxford…

2. Delivered a film (yes I found one of those quaint old-fashioned rolls in my 35mm camera the other week) into Boots to be developed, and in the course of going into and out of the shop several times during the course of the morning succeeded in setting off the alarms on every occasion. Nobody seemed too concerned that this was happenign, but when I asked, they asked me if I had bought anything from Virgin or HMV because sometimes their tags can set them off. I opzioni binarie cosa sono hadn’t bought anything when that happened. Managed to get myself another single-cup tea strainer to replace the broken one I’ve been using at work. You can get the one’s on chains everywhere, but I wanted another one like the one I have which works like a pair of tongs, but with the mesh ball on the end. Now I have one. I also picked up the book I ordered from Blackwell – the binäre optionen mit startguthaben Four British Fantasists book by Charles Butler. I’ve had a little read of it on the bus back to the Park&Ride and it looks very interesting. I also got a copy of Rachael Wing’s new (first) book, http://tukani.cz/?pimono=vivir-de-opciones-binarias-estrategia-secreta&9a1=e8 vivir de opciones binarias estrategia secreta Star-Crossed. She’s the 16 year-old Oxfordshire girl who’s just got published. Time to see what she’s got that I haven’t (well apart from being a 16 year old school girl!).

3. I was due to meet Kirsten from work (and fellow SSC’er) at the Bodleian Library to ‘case the joint’ as a possible venue for the next Summer Party. I was a bit early, so I found a step in the corner of the entrance way under the tower where we agreed to meet, and started working in my Moleskine on edits to my novel. I know where where I was roughly, and the new linking section that I had to write. I also worked on a bit where Eleanor is sleeping in the cave and Gunnlaugr is mixing up the mead to give her. Kirsten arrived at this point and we went in…

4. The venue is great. When we first stepped into the Divinity Hall, I thought, this is no way big enough, but actually I think it’s about right. We could have tables at the front of the hall, and a dance floor down the far end with seating and dj in the stalls. Then the bar could go in the far room, which could be a bit of a ‘quiet’ as there are also benches for sitting. There’s a space a separate adjacent room that we can use for caterers to prepare/store anything and a car park that delivery people can use. Anna, the library person who was showing us round, was very helpful and understanding about what kind of party we would be looking to have. The concern that we heard about concerning high-heels was nothing at all about damaging floor but just that there are metal grills in the floor down which narrow heels might go a-falling(!!) but a solution to that might have been found by then. There’s even a quad outside which we could use if the weather’s good.

As an added bonus, we got given a private tour up into the Duke Humphries Library – an option that we could also have in the party – which is just amazing. With all the books and the ladders and balconies to get to all the books I felt like I’d died and gone to heaven. There are even still the little request canisters that you used to (and still can) put into the messag pipes that in just 29 seconds can go down the building, underground and down under Broad Street to the New Bodleian.

Both Kirsten and I are sold on the idea. And what’s more, we would need very little in the way of decorations because the 16th Century building is decoration enough for a party. Some table decorations and that would be it. As we left, we were discussing themes, and decided that it would have to be a Masked Ball – the setting deserves it, and entertainment could be in the form of jugglers, and other circusy people. All we have to is to convince the rest of the committee…

5. After checking out the Bodleian, Kirsten and I went for coffee at The Buttery on Broad Street (I say coffee, but Kirsten had a smoothie, and I, hot chocolate – and a good, and good-priced one at that!) and chatted for a bit, not just over parties but this and that. She’s a new recruit to the SSC and I haven’t really had a chance to speak much to her before, but she seems really nice, and friendly and intertesting and fun. After coffee, we headed back to Blackwells so that Kirsten could make use of my staff discount (as she hasn’t got one yet being a relatively new starter) before we lose it at the end of January to buy a book of Michael Foreman illustrated fairy nursery rhymes for a friends new baby. We departed at the end of Broad Street, me to get the bus home and to work on my novel, which I’ve done a spectacularly good job of not doing! Very bad Me!!

New friends, books, and casing the joint

1. Got up early (yes, woken by John Humphries and the Today programme) this Saturday morning. 9am I had an appointment for an overdue haircut. One of these days, I might be brave enough to change the style, but for now I went for a trim and tidy-up. Then I headed on into Oxford…

2. Delivered a film (yes I found one of those quaint old-fashioned rolls in my 35mm camera the other week) into Boots to be developed, and in the course of going into and out of the shop several times during the course of the morning succeeded in setting off the alarms on every occasion. Nobody seemed too concerned that this was happenign, but when I asked, they asked me if I had bought anything from Virgin or HMV because sometimes their tags can set them off. I strategi för binära optioner hadn’t bought anything when that happened. Managed to get myself another single-cup tea strainer to replace the broken one I’ve been using at work. You can get the one’s on chains everywhere, but I wanted another one like the one I have which works like a pair of tongs, but with the mesh ball on the end. Now I have one. I also picked up the book I ordered from Blackwell – the http://cardigansarah.com/?sinevo=binario-confronto-broker-di-opzioni binario confronto broker di opzioni Four British Fantasists book by Charles Butler. I’ve had a little read of it on the bus back to the Park&Ride and it looks very interesting. I also got a copy of Rachael Wing’s new (first) book, faretradecon1euro Star-Crossed. She’s the 16 year-old Oxfordshire girl who’s just got published. Time to see what she’s got that I haven’t (well apart from being a 16 year old school girl!).

3. I was due to meet Kirsten from work (and fellow SSC’er) at the Bodleian Library to ‘case the joint’ as a possible venue for the next Summer Party. I was a bit early, so I found a step in the corner of the entrance way under the tower where we agreed to meet, and started working in my Moleskine on edits to my novel. I know where where I was roughly, and the new linking section that I had to write. I also worked on a bit where Eleanor is sleeping in the cave and Gunnlaugr is mixing up the mead to give her. Kirsten arrived at this point and we went in…

4. The venue is great. When we first stepped into the Divinity Hall, I thought, this is no way big enough, but actually I think it’s about right. We could have tables at the front of the hall, and a dance floor down the far end with seating and dj in the stalls. Then the bar could go in the far room, which could be a bit of a ‘quiet’ as there are also benches for sitting. There’s a space a separate adjacent room that we can use for caterers to prepare/store anything and a car park that delivery people can use. Anna, the library person who was showing us round, was very helpful and understanding about what kind of party we would be looking to have. The concern that we heard about concerning high-heels was nothing at all about damaging floor but just that there are metal grills in the floor down which narrow heels might go a-falling(!!) but a solution to that might have been found by then. There’s even a quad outside which we could use if the weather’s good.

As an added bonus, we got given a private tour up into the Duke Humphries Library – an option that we could also have in the party – which is just amazing. With all the books and the ladders and balconies to get to all the books I felt like I’d died and gone to heaven. There are even still the little request canisters that you used to (and still can) put into the messag pipes that in just 29 seconds can go down the building, underground and down under Broad Street to the New Bodleian.

Both Kirsten and I are sold on the idea. And what’s more, we would need very little in the way of decorations because the 16th Century building is decoration enough for a party. Some table decorations and that would be it. As we left, we were discussing themes, and decided that it would have to be a Masked Ball – the setting deserves it, and entertainment could be in the form of jugglers, and other circusy people. All we have to is to convince the rest of the committee…

5. After checking out the Bodleian, Kirsten and I went for coffee at The Buttery on Broad Street (I say coffee, but Kirsten had a smoothie, and I, hot chocolate – and a good, and good-priced one at that!) and chatted for a bit, not just over parties but this and that. She’s a new recruit to the SSC and I haven’t really had a chance to speak much to her before, but she seems really nice, and friendly and intertesting and fun. After coffee, we headed back to Blackwells so that Kirsten could make use of my staff discount (as she hasn’t got one yet being a relatively new starter) before we lose it at the end of January to buy a book of Michael Foreman illustrated fairy nursery rhymes for a friends new baby. We departed at the end of Broad Street, me to get the bus home and to work on my novel, which I’ve done a spectacularly good job of not doing! Very bad Me!!

Tag… you’re it!

If you are reading this then you have my permission to add tags to my posts (from the list provided). I’m not sure how this works, so if some of you could try and play with this and test it out, and then maybe leave a comment in the posts where you did, so I can see it in operation…?