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The weekend
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Friday night I visted![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ebq, who was worried about elethiomel, but all was well by the time I arrived, and the planning of a 5 course feast for a dozen people ensued. The we wateched Ring, which was a good story, but not frightening. Am I really so desensitised by the rampant comercialisation of such human sensations? Or am I just missing something? Both probably.
Sleep was good.
Saturay was BUSY. BUSY. I met many lovely people who's LJ names I don't yet know, so I shall point you toebq and elethiomel who probably do.
So, there were heavy bags, and a train to catch and breakfast baguettes en route. Arriving in Didcot. Where? Exactly. The Uffington horse is in the area, and it is truely beautiful. Countryside it's called. Ooer! Very Jane Austen, I was pleased. Country houses are lovely. This one had Livestock (animals not in shrink wrap! ooer!). There was even a goat called Chloé.
Shopping, a little later than scheduled, but all was found.
Then the cooking comsensed. Whilstebq made The Worlds Greatest Apple Crumble (tm) I made myself into her WenchBitch (tm pending).
Chop Chop Fry Fry Boil Boil Bake Bake Roast Roast Chop Chop Scream.
ebq almsot lost part of her left index finger, much to the mortification of herself, elethiomel and myself. A gallant hero firstaider was on hand to assist, and all was well after TLC, cold water, elevation, a sit down and a cup of tea.
Luckily such was the planning, time was not lost.ebq actually seemed very rightly placed in her chair of honour commanding the proceedings.
Busy Busy Chop Cook Fry Boil Roast Grill Carve
The dinner went well, fantastic, amazing (insert adjectives of an applauding nature here). Everyone was pleased and complementary. There was a toast. I do hopeebq knows just how amazing it was, and I feel myself to be very lucky at having witnessed everything from so close. Thank you!
Footrubs by an open fire in a country house. La!
Tired. Oh so tired. Collapse.
Sunday was a slow day. Most of it is a strange series of sitting, being fed pig, sitting, travelling, sitting, travelling, carrying bags, sitting again, bandages, sitting, and going for a curry (yum). Then at sometime around 11 I got into bed, from whence I did not stir until 10am this morning, and I am still feeling rather tired. Happily so, but tired. Achey. Good though. It was a Good Weekend.
Many thanks toebq for for being such a good, kindly, understanding mistress, and elethiomel for being :)
Not it is Monday, and I am very cold. I think I'll make more tea.
Sorry I didn't seelisy_babe or barty this weekend. You were missed, and thought of.
Now I have to do something like work.
After the second cup of tea...
X Kim X
I have been listening to Tori Amos Little Earthquakes, and especially Me and a gun, probably too much. It makes me feel a little sad. And memories come. I realise things. Wiggles, little wiggles. My head aches. I think this can go some way to explain why I have been feeling so huggy this weekend. A bit elsewhere sometimes. Sorry. Once I have the poem written I'll be better.
I recieved the list of competitions from the Poetry Library over the weekend, so there is a new purpose to my art ;)
Loving you
Kim X
You can laugh
It's kinda funny
Things you think
Times like these
Like I haven't seen Barbados
So I must get out of this
Friday night I visted
ebq, who was worried about elethiomel, but all was well by the time I arrived, and the planning of a 5 course feast for a dozen people ensued. The we wateched Ring, which was a good story, but not frightening. Am I really so desensitised by the rampant comercialisation of such human sensations? Or am I just missing something? Both probably.Sleep was good.
Saturay was BUSY. BUSY. I met many lovely people who's LJ names I don't yet know, so I shall point you to
ebq and elethiomel who probably do.So, there were heavy bags, and a train to catch and breakfast baguettes en route. Arriving in Didcot. Where? Exactly. The Uffington horse is in the area, and it is truely beautiful. Countryside it's called. Ooer! Very Jane Austen, I was pleased. Country houses are lovely. This one had Livestock (animals not in shrink wrap! ooer!). There was even a goat called Chloé.
Shopping, a little later than scheduled, but all was found.
Then the cooking comsensed. Whilst
ebq made The Worlds Greatest Apple Crumble (tm) I made myself into her WenchBitch (tm pending).Chop Chop Fry Fry Boil Boil Bake Bake Roast Roast Chop Chop Scream.
ebq almsot lost part of her left index finger, much to the mortification of herself, elethiomel and myself. A gallant hero firstaider was on hand to assist, and all was well after TLC, cold water, elevation, a sit down and a cup of tea.Luckily such was the planning, time was not lost.
ebq actually seemed very rightly placed in her chair of honour commanding the proceedings.Busy Busy Chop Cook Fry Boil Roast Grill Carve
The dinner went well, fantastic, amazing (insert adjectives of an applauding nature here). Everyone was pleased and complementary. There was a toast. I do hope
ebq knows just how amazing it was, and I feel myself to be very lucky at having witnessed everything from so close. Thank you!Footrubs by an open fire in a country house. La!
Tired. Oh so tired. Collapse.
Sunday was a slow day. Most of it is a strange series of sitting, being fed pig, sitting, travelling, sitting, travelling, carrying bags, sitting again, bandages, sitting, and going for a curry (yum). Then at sometime around 11 I got into bed, from whence I did not stir until 10am this morning, and I am still feeling rather tired. Happily so, but tired. Achey. Good though. It was a Good Weekend.
Many thanks to
ebq for for being such a good, kindly, understanding mistress, and elethiomel for being :)Not it is Monday, and I am very cold. I think I'll make more tea.
Sorry I didn't see
lisy_babe or barty this weekend. You were missed, and thought of. Now I have to do something like work.
After the second cup of tea...
X Kim X
I have been listening to Tori Amos Little Earthquakes, and especially Me and a gun, probably too much. It makes me feel a little sad. And memories come. I realise things. Wiggles, little wiggles. My head aches. I think this can go some way to explain why I have been feeling so huggy this weekend. A bit elsewhere sometimes. Sorry. Once I have the poem written I'll be better.
I recieved the list of competitions from the Poetry Library over the weekend, so there is a new purpose to my art ;)
Loving you
Kim X
You can laugh
It's kinda funny
Things you think
Times like these
Like I haven't seen Barbados
So I must get out of this
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Love and stuff xx
Re:
Yes. Stuff.
How do we seem to know these things about each other? Not knowingly, but inside somewhere.
I knew well, oh god.
The first I knew. He died.
The others I knew less, or not at all.
I don't have ot see them.
I saw one once.
Love hugs stuff Kx
Re:
*snuggles*
Re:
Yes.
*I've lived there* sort of thing.
*Loving you*
Kim
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