Manic Sunday

[venta]

A mostly musical day, with mild outbreaks of singing in the choir. I'd forgotten how much like bloody hard work that was. The afternoon passed pleasantly in a pub, with random friends and a passing contingent of The Sealed Knot who were camping nearby, perpetrating folk music. I like pubs which encourage that.

Oh, and I think I might have watched too many films like Elizabeth, in which people storm into churches, cloaks swirling, wth news of great import. There's something deeply satisfying about striding up towards a high altar, all big stompy boots and leather trenchcoat flying behind you.

And tomorrow, we go to sort out the Uncle's digital camera connection problems. Actually, we go to find out what said problems are, since he's not yet mastered the art of passing on useful information about computer glitches...

I'm not sure anyone's been desperately heroic this week. I think, on balance, the accolade should go to mr_flay, who, on the way back from Whitby, tolerated poor navigation, occasional bad driving, and (above all) about eleven hours straight of my company without complaint. (I should add that it didn't take us eleven hours to get back to Oxford - there was milling, drinking, eating, shooting things, wandering and pinging tuppences about in there, too).

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[mr-flay.livejournal.com]

In all fairness, I did fall asleep at one point, and the bad navigation must be due at least in part to myself...

It should also be pointed out that it was due to the fundamental and _utter_ laziness of Edling and Co., their inability to answer their phones for upwards of two hours, and their delightful suggestion of a meal together at RHB (hah!) that resulted in our journey being delayed by, ultimately, a good five hours or so.

The journey half-way to Teesside is entirely your fault though! >;P

Currently listening to Girl Don't Come, by Garbage - not sure if it's an instruction, a complaint, a warning, or what, really....

Some people get the easy ones

[wimble.livejournal.com]

about eleven hours straight of my company

Elizabeth

[thegreenman.livejournal.com]

"There's something deeply satisfying about striding up towards a high altar, all big stompy boots and leather trenchcoat flying behind you."

You know, I worry about you...