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update on self care
my moisturiser is now scented with black pepper, vanilla and bergamot. I - I have no idea if this was wise BUT WEVS :D
suggestions for scent combination for next bottle welcomed, especially on the back of a postcard ;)
Meanwhile I have nearly finished Lewis Wolpert's Malignant Sadness - the anatomy of depression, and will shortly be diving into Overcoming Depression (on the recommendation of my counsellor).
& I went to a lovely concert tonight with my mother, and I am so delighted I am a horn player, because it meant that when the poor soloist completely flubbed the Weber horn concerto he was playing (on Naturhorn, the brave sod) I could firstly hear the music through the misery, and secondly tell what was wrong with him. The poor lamb spent pretty much the entire piece making the sad mouthshapes that horn players do when their lip is about to give, because of exhaustion or because of anxiety; he very, very obviously had been absolutely fantastic in every single rehearsal, and was feeling awful about the mess he was making of it, but he struggled bravely on and mostly I wanted to give him a hug. (He split easy notes all over the place, and runs were muddy, but all the terrifying sections - the exposed high notes, the fanfares - were spot on. Poor, poor man.) It opened with Bach and closed with Mozart and there was also a fantastic concerto for double bass and viola in the middle. Great fun, apart from collapsing in pain halfway through, but I was nonetheless cheered by the fact that the horn section clearly had fantastic rapport, and one of them had an awesome wheelchair.
suggestions for scent combination for next bottle welcomed, especially on the back of a postcard ;)
Meanwhile I have nearly finished Lewis Wolpert's Malignant Sadness - the anatomy of depression, and will shortly be diving into Overcoming Depression (on the recommendation of my counsellor).
& I went to a lovely concert tonight with my mother, and I am so delighted I am a horn player, because it meant that when the poor soloist completely flubbed the Weber horn concerto he was playing (on Naturhorn, the brave sod) I could firstly hear the music through the misery, and secondly tell what was wrong with him. The poor lamb spent pretty much the entire piece making the sad mouthshapes that horn players do when their lip is about to give, because of exhaustion or because of anxiety; he very, very obviously had been absolutely fantastic in every single rehearsal, and was feeling awful about the mess he was making of it, but he struggled bravely on and mostly I wanted to give him a hug. (He split easy notes all over the place, and runs were muddy, but all the terrifying sections - the exposed high notes, the fanfares - were spot on. Poor, poor man.) It opened with Bach and closed with Mozart and there was also a fantastic concerto for double bass and viola in the middle. Great fun, apart from collapsing in pain halfway through, but I was nonetheless cheered by the fact that the horn section clearly had fantastic rapport, and one of them had an awesome wheelchair.
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