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kaberettToday got off to an inauspicious start when, following a breakfast of crêpes because A is often willing to indulge me, we wandered outside to discover... that someone had parked such as to block in the van full of Stuff we wanted to spend today unpacking with great prejudice.
Events eventuated.
The garage now additionally contains: three projection screens; lots more Photographic Equipment Of Dubious Vintage; a last few Kenwood accessories; my grandmother's Gritzner sewing machine table.
The patio additionally contains: a hedgehog bootscraper (from the dining room); a telescope (from the hallway cupboard, which turned out to contain, under everything, A SHOE RACK and also my mother's secondary-school hockey stick).
(The house proper contains an additional thirty-five tiny forks, in addition to Everything Already Mentioned.)
My parents' house now additionally contains: some Meccano, a lot of photographs and slides and cine film and reel-to-reel and VHS tapes inter alia, several suitcases of paperwork including a steamer trunk emblazoned CAPT [RELATIVE] [ADDRESS], and two more violins (Faithful Henry still sitting forlorn and without a case in a box in the living room, get me to tell you his story later), a (brand-new) duvet (that was misdelivered to the neighbours and eventually given up for lost and reported ditto to John Lewis, before rematerialising), three probably-mahogany headboards (to be donated to the luthier of My Mother's Luthier's Mother's Quince Tree fame), a hoya that somewhat miraculously isn't dead yet and that I gently disentangled from the place it's been my entire life (and about which I made the ungeheuer joke on the visit made for Mama's funerary rites and the arrangements therefore) (but I left behind its koala), Papa's air rifle and pellets (in my middle brother's bedroom), and almost certainly some other things I'm forgetting.
We elected not to stay in Cambridge and go to a cinema in order to kill time before Bibimbap House opened, and instead Went Emphatically Back To London, where we managed to return the van early, and order pizza, and finish up the main game of Portal 2, and watch a film, and generally pootle about sorting the house out a little.
All of which is to say: between this and the tribunal I haven't actually done much volcano-related work since my last meeting with my supervisor, and my next one's Friday lunchtime, so I think I know roughly how tomorrow is going to go...
Events eventuated.
The garage now additionally contains: three projection screens; lots more Photographic Equipment Of Dubious Vintage; a last few Kenwood accessories; my grandmother's Gritzner sewing machine table.
The patio additionally contains: a hedgehog bootscraper (from the dining room); a telescope (from the hallway cupboard, which turned out to contain, under everything, A SHOE RACK and also my mother's secondary-school hockey stick).
(The house proper contains an additional thirty-five tiny forks, in addition to Everything Already Mentioned.)
My parents' house now additionally contains: some Meccano, a lot of photographs and slides and cine film and reel-to-reel and VHS tapes inter alia, several suitcases of paperwork including a steamer trunk emblazoned CAPT [RELATIVE] [ADDRESS], and two more violins (Faithful Henry still sitting forlorn and without a case in a box in the living room, get me to tell you his story later), a (brand-new) duvet (that was misdelivered to the neighbours and eventually given up for lost and reported ditto to John Lewis, before rematerialising), three probably-mahogany headboards (to be donated to the luthier of My Mother's Luthier's Mother's Quince Tree fame), a hoya that somewhat miraculously isn't dead yet and that I gently disentangled from the place it's been my entire life (and about which I made the ungeheuer joke on the visit made for Mama's funerary rites and the arrangements therefore) (but I left behind its koala), Papa's air rifle and pellets (in my middle brother's bedroom), and almost certainly some other things I'm forgetting.
We elected not to stay in Cambridge and go to a cinema in order to kill time before Bibimbap House opened, and instead Went Emphatically Back To London, where we managed to return the van early, and order pizza, and finish up the main game of Portal 2, and watch a film, and generally pootle about sorting the house out a little.
All of which is to say: between this and the tribunal I haven't actually done much volcano-related work since my last meeting with my supervisor, and my next one's Friday lunchtime, so I think I know roughly how tomorrow is going to go...
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Date: 2020-02-06 08:25 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2020-02-06 03:15 pm (UTC)