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I have started Spring in very fine style, thanks to electricant, who is braving the Canberra weather this weekend. Seeing friends, going marketing, and buying many bunches of jonquils and daffs* means I feel that the season is properly changed, even though the weather is still a trifle wintry. My favourite moment this morning was when we were sitting round a picnic table outside at the markets (it was cold, but these markets do not have indoor seating), drinking coffee, nibbling cinnamon scroll and fancy bread, and talking about feminism in SF. The lady at the next table joined in, the conversation was so interesting.

I have 600 words to write and then I'm allowed Dr Who, to top off a superb morning.





*When I was living in London and the weather was bleak, I would spend all my spare cash (which wasn't much, but the flowers were only 25p a bunch) on daffodils and jonquils and fill my room with Spring. Ever since then, whenever I've been able to do this, I've felt comforted. This batch of flowers should see me through the next fortnight, by which time most of my deadlines will be done and the weather will have shifted fully. I discovered, in London, how to make jonquils last for up to 31 days, if necessary, so, if all goes well, I should have these right up to Conflux.

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My article has been dispatched (pity the editor) and I get an hour to wonder what I do next. That wondering is supposed to produce a mind sufficiently illuminated to finish with Chapter Five of the dissertation (again). This will finish with the PhD until I hear back from my supervisor, which will create a wild sense of euphoria for hours and hours. I do have other things to do during this wild euphoria, but I have no recollection of them right now and I have lost my list. Actually, one of them is my next BiblioBuffet article, and for it I must read a book (the shock, the horror) so my evening will be split between Supernatural and the PreRaphaelites.

If my life ever becomes exciting, I'll be too busy to let you know, so accept the small joys that I report (spiced and sugary bread filled with dried and glace fruit, for instance, which was my afternoon tea). Right now I'm too busy turning into a worthy person to waste my time leading a fascinating life.

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Dinner tonight:
Tomato salad made with produce fresh from the farmers' market
Roast chicken with Seville orange and honey sauce
Heritage carrots baked in a very little goose fat.

Market days make me very happy!