Unidentified flying curry and things that bite back*

Ikea was the day. Today. (Monday, I'm a day behind)
We got there (Thursday came too, hooray!) we ate stuff, we had free extra coffee, we did a complete circuit of the labyrinth, drank tea (which was really quite nice) and we got home with multitudinous Ikea items. It only took us er...6 hours?
Well that does include the journey to Bristol and back.
I have to say that Thursday is the most brilliant company and made most of a day trudging round the Ikea monster seem quite acceptable.

Well, Barney and I got his desk up and working**. Unfortunately for me, this meant moving the old bed out of his new 'stamp room' into what will be my sewing room. So I won't be able to get my desk up and running till that's gone (I don't know where it's going). Also, until the futon has been moved out of the music room and into the stamp room I won't be able to put my Poang chair together in there. And I'm really looking forward to the Poang sitting experience. what's more, Ikea was still out of stock of the desk I wanted to use for card making. so I can't have that up yet either.
Then there was the pate. Barney spent a good deal of time in the kitchen, over the weekend, not, regrettably, making dinners and stuff but making pate. It's very very nice. Unfortunately for me, when I had a quick slice while making dinner* it bit back and a small piece of bacon bone attacked one of my teeth. Quite violently I might add. Now you might think the pate was entitled to return the biting but I happen to think not. At my time of life I have to nurture those teeth that remain with me. This tooth make a kind of squelchy snapping noise. Nothing came out however, (except a mouthful of pate expelled at speed and with a squawk of outraged anguish) It all still seems to be in place though the gum and the root area is rather tender. Maybe, just maybe, it'll survive. I'm now trying to decide whether to take it at once to the dentist in case there's something he can do to help it hang on in there. Or whether to let it look after itself. Hmm. By the time I've decided it may have made its own decision. (Good tooth, nice tooth, clever tooth, tough tooth. Stick with me and I'll look after you for ever - promise). Well as long as it's hurting, even slightly, it must still be alive don't you think?***

Well the best things about the day were without doubt, having Thursday's company and coming back with the loot. (there was also a very beautiful, very early, frosty morning expedition but few of the photos amounted to much - I don't think I was really paying attention)

Yesterday though, I went to the woods and took a few pictures as the sun went down. Then, played with them cos the sun had gone quite a lot down and there wasn't a lot of light. Then I got a bit involved with the playing and found a horse that came from the far Northern Pennines. I transported him to the Berkshire woodlands and off he went into the sunset. I hope he'll be happy there.


*In the interests of getting the desk together, dinner was a hastily assembled group of things out of the freezer. One of which was not labelled. But turned out to be an unidentified curry (I lied about it flying).
**It looks very nice. I am evious. No you idiot computer, not devious, envious!
***It's ok, only a very minor hurting: We managed breakfast :)

Ooh! My feet are killing me

Is what old ladies used to say. And d'you know, I think they were speaking the literal truth! See, if your feet hurt, it's hard to do excercise, so you can't look after your heart and lungs. And it's hard to keep your weight down so excercising gets even harder. And then you get tired sooner so it gets even harder etc etc. So look after your feet!
Take teeth now! If your teeth hurt, it's really hard to eat all that good, crunchy, healthy, fruity, nutty stuff. I expect you can guess where I'm going with this?
And then there's your back. It's the bit everything else hangs from and balances on top of. Without a good back, you can end up wondering how you're going to get the shopping (with all that good healthy, crunchy, fresh stuff) back to the bus stop or the car or wherever.

Of course it's very important to look after the other bits too...but it's much easier to do that if you can move quickly and eat comfortably and don't need to stop and lie down and take your shoes off every five minutes...
Look after your feet, your back and your teeth and it'll be much easier to look after the rest.

Umm! Right. And look after your thrice dammed computer. Doing this could save hours of stress and high blood pressure and serious anxiety. Actually I think making rescue discs and backing up a lot might be the main things. I'm just alternately backing up several months worth of photos and blogging on the laptop!

Oh and the monitor came...I can look at pictures without crouching down and peering up and they look even better than they did before. So now I'm really wondering what they look like on everyone's different monitors! Since, over the last few weeks I've seen four quite different versions.

Until I've finished backing up, I feel constrained not to put all my Lancaster pictures on the pc. it's a sort of incentive to keep backing up until the job's done. It's a bit of a pain though because everything looks so much bigger and better and brighter now, I can't wait to see what they'll look like. Almost as good as getting a new hair cut...which I really need soon. I'm beginning to look like a mad haystack in a high wind....and it's getting in my eyes and up my nose again too.

Oh and would you believe...as soon as I got the new monitor working (not without a struggle I might add...well I will add...it really was quite infuriating to find it just didn't like the usb port I'd plugged it into) the internet speeded up and the laptop connected itself again. This surely must have been a coincidence? Surely the old monitor wasn't somehow slowing down the internet and stopping the laptop from connecting?
It's all a mystery to me.

Sorry this is so disjointed and woolly...I'm wandering back an forth between laptop and PC stopping to collect wine and ciggie and lighter and sometimes typing, sometimes writing labels and sometimes getting them all the wrong way round. This has got to be good for making the brain younger? Speaking of which, I suppose we all ought to be looking after our brains...if you can't think, there isn't much point in being able to trot around briskly, eat sensibly and stand up straight!

It occurs to me that if I stayed up all night I could get all the backing up done.

Then I could sleep all day tomorrow? Not really.

I'd better stop drinking wine though.

And now I'm hungry...really I ought to be able to manage this sort of thing better! It's really hard to keep backing up in a sensible order and thinking of random things to say when fresh bread and soup keep floating through my mind.
Right! That's it. No pictures tonight. But I tell you, what the computer is doing is making me think a glass of wine and some pink elephants would look more normal. Than it does. (it's a new DVD writer...I don't know how it works yet)

Sleep well everyone.