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Feb. 27th, 2011 08:52 pmI think it will be tomorrow that I get back to normal.
Mum and I made chopped liver just after dawn. I promised Kim de Poorter (Canberra's amazing pate man - his duck pate is to die for) that we'd make him some, next time Mum visited. It's not that I can't make it myself, it's my lack of driving skills that were the difficulty. Anyhow, in between touristing, Mum and I picked up some liver (I had all the other ingredients - pretty much staples, all of them) and this morning we madly cooked. Then we went to the market and madly shopped. We delivered the chopped liver and chatted with Kim, who gave us some of his duck pate as a thank you. I get to eat it all, of course, because Mum keeps way more kosher than I do.
We brunched on market goodies and then Mum went home. She's rung in to say that the drive was fine and that she's there. She apologised for breaking my tap (call to the plumber, first thing tomorrow - fortunately the tap won't turn on rather than won't turn off).
I slept all afternoon. Chest infection and way too much to do and life in general just added up to an afternoon sleep. So the only thing I've done since lunchtime (apart from sleep) is write novel. I might have sent a couple of emails, but mostly, I needed sleep. I suspect I shall be handling my life with care tomorrow. Still, it was worth overdoing things for the joy of the teaching and the parental visit and of the Show and of the various touristy things and of reaching the halfway mark on the novel.
Mum and I made chopped liver just after dawn. I promised Kim de Poorter (Canberra's amazing pate man - his duck pate is to die for) that we'd make him some, next time Mum visited. It's not that I can't make it myself, it's my lack of driving skills that were the difficulty. Anyhow, in between touristing, Mum and I picked up some liver (I had all the other ingredients - pretty much staples, all of them) and this morning we madly cooked. Then we went to the market and madly shopped. We delivered the chopped liver and chatted with Kim, who gave us some of his duck pate as a thank you. I get to eat it all, of course, because Mum keeps way more kosher than I do.
We brunched on market goodies and then Mum went home. She's rung in to say that the drive was fine and that she's there. She apologised for breaking my tap (call to the plumber, first thing tomorrow - fortunately the tap won't turn on rather than won't turn off).
I slept all afternoon. Chest infection and way too much to do and life in general just added up to an afternoon sleep. So the only thing I've done since lunchtime (apart from sleep) is write novel. I might have sent a couple of emails, but mostly, I needed sleep. I suspect I shall be handling my life with care tomorrow. Still, it was worth overdoing things for the joy of the teaching and the parental visit and of the Show and of the various touristy things and of reaching the halfway mark on the novel.