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Jul. 18th, 2005 11:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gillpolackI haven't unpacked my notes, so I may never report on those last panels I attended yesterday. Secrets I will carry to my grave... unless someone asks for them, in which case I may deign to finish unpacking and type them up.
Today was very simple. Wake up. Look at time. Think about going back to sleep. Sit on side of bed wondering why I can't move. Collect clothes. Stumble through kitchen and mumble greetings on way to bathroom. Stagger back into kitchen to find Donna and Mum looking perky and chatting as if they have known each other for years.
After a little, Stu joined us, also looking perky. I decided at that moment that I hated my family and every single one of my friends, since I was too tired to work out who not to hate. I grudgingly gave everyone a second chance after two cups of coffee.
There were two very distinct phases to the trip home. Both of them summed up Continuum beautifully. The first was the foodie phase. We bought pastries from the otehrwise-shut Victoria market and then filled the car with Italian comestibles from a big supermarket that Donna had been introduced to by Lucy Sussex. Add that to the cherry apples and the wasabi peas and the haloumi-stuffed bread that I had brought and we were travelling in style. Lunch, for instance, was olive bread with Edam, the haloumi brad, and blood orange juice. The food was elegant and delicious. This was mainly due to Donna.
Stu and I were responsible for the descent from these heights. We decided that, since we had control of the music and the front seats, we would work our way through The Best of Queen, volumes 1-3 until the batteries in his iPod ran out. I think Stu's middle name is Crowley.
There were other signs of "Good Omens" in the car, hidden in my suitcase. My sister gave me more William stories for my book collection. I feel strongly that Richmal Crompton's William could face the Horsemen of the Apolcapyse all by himself, without a tricycle.
Today was very simple. Wake up. Look at time. Think about going back to sleep. Sit on side of bed wondering why I can't move. Collect clothes. Stumble through kitchen and mumble greetings on way to bathroom. Stagger back into kitchen to find Donna and Mum looking perky and chatting as if they have known each other for years.
After a little, Stu joined us, also looking perky. I decided at that moment that I hated my family and every single one of my friends, since I was too tired to work out who not to hate. I grudgingly gave everyone a second chance after two cups of coffee.
There were two very distinct phases to the trip home. Both of them summed up Continuum beautifully. The first was the foodie phase. We bought pastries from the otehrwise-shut Victoria market and then filled the car with Italian comestibles from a big supermarket that Donna had been introduced to by Lucy Sussex. Add that to the cherry apples and the wasabi peas and the haloumi-stuffed bread that I had brought and we were travelling in style. Lunch, for instance, was olive bread with Edam, the haloumi brad, and blood orange juice. The food was elegant and delicious. This was mainly due to Donna.
Stu and I were responsible for the descent from these heights. We decided that, since we had control of the music and the front seats, we would work our way through The Best of Queen, volumes 1-3 until the batteries in his iPod ran out. I think Stu's middle name is Crowley.
There were other signs of "Good Omens" in the car, hidden in my suitcase. My sister gave me more William stories for my book collection. I feel strongly that Richmal Crompton's William could face the Horsemen of the Apolcapyse all by himself, without a tricycle.