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I should spend my day working on clearing out the storage room, especially since I didn't do it yesterday due to cramps, tiredness, and general crankypants-ness. I don' wanna. I want to Go Somewhere and Do Something. I don't know what, exactly, but I want to Leave The House.

The problem with this? Pete is under a very tight deadline, so he can't go anywhere. Everyone else I would run around with has other plans. I *could* go wander about on my own, but that will involve taking the (hot, meandering) bus somewhere, which is not thrilling at the best of times and really, really un-fun during blazingly sunny days.

sigh

I guess I will be a grown-up about this, and spend my day cleaning the storage room. 'Be a grown-up' as in, being responsible, because I will probably be cranky and grumpy about the whole thing.

Bah. Bah, I say.

(Also, I'd have to shower and put on clothes, which would severly compromise my standings in the World's Laziest Human Being championship, which I am currently winning hands-down.

Oh, don't get too cocky there missy. Did you miss my zombie comment?

If you have put on pants today, then I'm winning. So there.

Like I said, don't get too cocky there, missy.

Scary fast, this cog-knit-if development.

Emeline has taken (for some months now) to staring intently at everything, as if to say "Okay, I'm watching. Do your thing, whatever it is.... Come on now.... DANCE, MONKEY, DANCE!"

Her focus is scary. I'm starting to see a similar look in Lily's eyes in those pictures.

I went back to bed at 10:30 and slept until 2:30. I feel much better now.

I'm voting with all those people who said to report the woman for rudeness, Jessica. You could just call. I bet there are only a couple of women in the pharmacy today, at most, and probably the troublemaker already has a reputation.

Sail, thank you for that recipe! I'd been looking for it but didn't know what to call it. It needs to go in the buffista cookbook.

Jilli, you need full-time minions. I wouldn't want to be grown up about that either.

Jilli, you need full-time minions. I wouldn't want to be grown up about that either.

Don't I just. But it looks like I'm going to be fleeing my house w/ Plei, so hurrah!

Yay for fleeing! You should do lots of fun stuff and then come tell us about it.

In the meantime, I am going to go nap, so that I am well rested when it comes time to hear all of your tales of the day.

It needs to go in the buffista cookbook.

Verily, this is truth. It's one of my favorites of all time.

Off to shower, the daughter wants to go shopping. Not that I have any money, but I can watch others spend it just as well as spending it myself. And it costs me nothing!

skippity skippity skip

Perkins, I look like Chewbacca in that one.

Yeah. In Bizarro World.

(That was my favourite pic too, Perkins.)

Damn, I love my family. My family are THE BEST. They think like me. Well, not in all ways, but, damn it, we make each other laugh.

The other day WeeSisterJay and MamaJay and I went over to Leeds (where WeeSister was at Uni) to watch a Spanish movie at the Hyde Park Cinema (just round the corner from where the Tube Bombers lived, as it happens). And then we went for delicious Thai food. And there was much much much laughter, and banter, and on my sister's very diverse CD, somewhere between Chinese pop and flamenco, Queen popped up singing Bohemian Rhapsody - which led to me sort of moshing in the back seat, and my mum playing air guitar in the front, while WeeSisterJay sang along (and drove).

Today we took my Mum's Mum out for a Grand Day out at a country park a couple of miles from our house. Recently Barnsley, the much-belittled town where my family live, famously grim coal mining town about whose colliery band they made the movie Brassed Off, has apparently been called 'The New Tuscany'. And I have to say, this is a perfectly reasonable, if hilariously unlikely, description. I have never been anywhere more beautiful in my life. One takes it for granted, having grown up here, but - damn. Five miles out of town in any direction, and it is GORGEOUS.

I am now drinking beer with banana juice, which is something WeeSisterJay and her mates used to drink in Germany. It's a particular kind of White Beer that it works with, and to my considerably bemusement it is VERY nice.

Meanwhile, downstairs there is fresh, locally-made ginger icecream, crammed with big, glistening chunks of crystalized ginger.

Life is sweet.

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