Jun. 14th, 2011

gillpolack: (Default)
This morning is the morning of heavy machinery and heavier arguments. Cars started pulling up outside my bedroom from about eight am. I used this as a reason to get out of bed and do work, except that the moment I did so the occupants of the cars decided to start arguing at great length (for an hour now, in a language I know not) outside my front door.

I want to suggest (mildly) that they take their squabble into private space or get on with the job they're supposed to be doing and leave me in peace. I have a cold, you see. Not a big cold. Not a major cold. Just a small, irritating cold. And their squabble and their machinery and their lack of awareness that there is anyone round other than them echoes my internal discomfort.

I have meetings all afternoon. Peace and quiet and possibly even hot chocolate. That'll sort things.



ETA: For the curious, it appears that the argument is being conducted in Cantonese (I finally found a word I recognised) and that the machinery is the carpet cleaning stuff that was supposed to be finished with last week. If the cleaners of the hall carpets argue the whole time, no wonder a two day job is taking two weeks. For the record, I have tile outside my front door, so I get all the noise and none of the cleaning.*

If they do not stop arguing, I shall put a notice on my front door saying "This is a quiet zone." It won't shut them up (nearly two hours of back-and-forth now, and going strong) but it will make me feel as if I control my own workspace.

The carpet cleaners also explains why I'm so cold. These idiots leave the security door open and the air outside is ten degrees.

Meetings. Hot chocolate. Not long now. If I say it enough, I'll feel warm and reassured.



*I was wrong. Someone is moving in upstairs and discussing every single box with his mates. In the cold. With the door open. With occasional anger but mostly with vehemence. The truck will be empty about the time I leave for my meeting. I gave up on warmth and just turned the heater off. The carpet cleaners must have come and gone at the same time.
gillpolack: (Default)
I just discovered the new Andromeda Spaceways Inflight Magazine in my letterbox. It contains much yumminess. Only...I won't have time to read it until August.

Ah well, it will still contain much yumminess in August.

In the meantime, I get to admire the cover. Kathleen Jennings is an extraordinarily talented artist.
gillpolack: (Default)
My family history gets more and more interesting. The family's place of residence for the 1850 census (the last census before they left for Melbourne) turns out to be Bevis Marks Synagogue. I want to find out why. Instead I must do a manuscript assessment and work on my paper for Leeds.

I don't know whether the synagogue will be open the day I visit, but I was going to ogle the outside in any case. I'm hoping now there will be a tour or something and I can find out if the family was there because it was indigent (after the trial) or part of the congregation. Mum suggests that if the census was taken on Sukkot then a whole host of people would be 'resident' there.

What this may possibly mean (on top of all the possible reasons for having a synagogue address on the census) is that the family is mixed Sephardi-Ashkenazi. This would explain the family cooking perfectly. It also fits the family surnames. I find it very frustrating that I'm running out of time and can't check this out before I go!!

May 2013

S M T W T F S
   1234
567891011
1213141516 1718
19202122232425
262728293031 

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

  • Style: Midnight for Heads Up by momijizuakmori

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Sep. 8th, 2025 05:19 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios