... ouchouchouch...
It's been an odd, disorientating sort of day. Got to bed at 6am - rather later than I'd intended - and woke up again at around 11.30, feeling groggy, to find Ken had taken Kai to the Bedminster model train shop (the one I was going to take him to over half-term). Ah, peace! Not that I managed to get much done, though that may be a good thing since the hands are sore and the tendons actually a little swollen. I'm telling myself the rest is good for me, and means I can get more done next week.
They arrived back at 3pm, Kai with a locomotive he'd bought with his saved-up pocket money [wince - £22] and Ken with some track and a controller to be wrapped up for Yule [double wince - another £20+, and we've nowhere to lay the blasted stuff... rolls eyes...]. Ken then tells me it's Kai's Greek Week next week. Friday is Dress like a Greek Day (twinned with Talk like a Pirate Day, and maybe Surf like an Elf Day, perhaps? Yes, OK, I know Paris was a Trojan and Will Turner didn't start out a pirate...) and Kai has to make a chiton. Only we've nothing to make one with, yet. I
was going to dive over to St Pete's Hospice Shop before they closed, to see if they had any pale coloured sheets, but then realised I have enough time that I don't have to rush. Luckily. I'll check out the second-hand shops over the next few days.
Then I made cottage pie for dinner.
I make a very tasty cottage pie. However, it gave Kai and I both the most
awful indigestion. The sort that feels like a spiky balloon being blown up slowly in your stomach. The sort that antacids, hot water and fizzy drinks together finally manage to beat back after several hours but which leave you feeling like a horde of Vikings have pillaged through your gut.
Ow, in other words.
Actually that's what
I feel like: luckily Kai wasn't so badly affected - his vanished after twenty minutes or so - and Ken not at all. There has to be something in the recipe that simply doesn't agree with me, but what the hell it is I can't fathom. I cook mince the same way regardless of what it's going into, with chopped onions, a teaspoon of organic whole-grain mustard, a sploosh of teriyaki marinade and red wine to simmer, and cottage pie is the only thing that does this (yes, it's had the same effect in the past but that was years ago).
Anyway, it's messed up my evening somewhat. Though I did manage to watch
The Secret of Drawing that you recommended, Carol: it was interesting but nothing like in-depth enough, and while the manga section covered its origins, the only artist considered was
Misako Rocks (in fact, the presenter said that she was rare in being a
female mangaka - at which my jaw dropped. Have the BBC never heard of at the very least the CLAMP Collective? [shakes head] Shoddy research, very shoddy.)
Later I took the time to check a few links, and found myself re-reading my
MMCIFile shorts, especially file 4, and realised that
this is the style - and characters with a change of name and nature - I need for my Andromeda Spaceways Inflight Mag submission. [grin] Pleased about that, it's been nagging me for a while.
I should write more comedy. It's fun.
Probably be best if I get to bed soon. I have a lot to do tomorrow...
Cheers to
BW for handling a very nasty situation with class and aplomb.
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Joules *Dances with Haddock* Taylor
pontificated this at 2:50 am
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