Ding dong!!
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pensnestMy little cat has just seen off a quite large ginger moggie who had the cheek to come into HER garden and, er, introduce himself. I was impressed by Sable's ferocity, and quite surprised, but I also provided backup in case it was needed.
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As for the post title, I've just spent about an hour on the phone with my ex-step-aunt, to whom I have not spoken in *years*. She was always a decent human being, though, unlike her sister, my ex-stepmother, who apparently died in February. Aunt prudently did not advise me of funeral arrangements. But I wouldn't have worn my dancing shoes, truly!
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Prior to that I spent a day in London in a very boring way, being assessed for (more) new hair. I have female pattern baldness, ie a very considerable forehead, which is embarrassing and tiresome, so if I want to present as a Person With Hair, I have a couple of quite nice wigs and a couple of very expensive hairpieces which are not as heavy and hot (and unlike my natural hair) as the wigs. It's time to get a new hairpiece. I do have a collection of scarves, but there are times when I want to have hair.
I was very happy to discover that just opposite the hair place is a *fabulous* Italian... delicatessen, I guess. I had very nice coffee there, and a delicious cannoli, and after the hair appointment purchased some intriguing jars of sauce and jam and some buffalo cheese. Then spent quite a lot of the rest of the afternoon at Liverpool Street Station waiting for my return train.
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And before *that*, I have been on a Retreat with my chorus! All weekend, at a collection of holiday cottages in the general area of The Broads: there was a collection of boats strung along the far end of the fields behind the place, and at one point a boat sailed majestically along behind the sheep.
We had a bring-and-share meal/birthday party/quiz night on Friday, spent most of Saturday singing and getting a sore back, and most of the rest of Saturday playing (!!!) my clarinet. Yes, someone in the chorus had the ambition to present a chorus Band to the assembled group in our informal concert on Saturday night. She presented me with a loaner clarinet on Thursday evening—at which point, having been looking for it for three weeks, I found my own clarinet. It was about a foot to the left of where I had expected it to be. Why I could not see it I am not sure, but I darkly suspect that I was afraid of playing it very badly and therefore had decided to cop out of the band.
In the event, it went all right. After I had clarified with our esteemed band leader which notes on the clarinet corresponded with which notes on the page, which I could not at all remember. She had done a good job of providing people with easy stuff to play, and it went well. Phew.
I think I will be trying to play my clarinet again. ALthough I have been biting myself on the inside of the lower lip for the past couple of days — very unpleasant — possibly because my poor lower lip was numbed by the exercise.
So. Hello again.
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As for the post title, I've just spent about an hour on the phone with my ex-step-aunt, to whom I have not spoken in *years*. She was always a decent human being, though, unlike her sister, my ex-stepmother, who apparently died in February. Aunt prudently did not advise me of funeral arrangements. But I wouldn't have worn my dancing shoes, truly!
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Prior to that I spent a day in London in a very boring way, being assessed for (more) new hair. I have female pattern baldness, ie a very considerable forehead, which is embarrassing and tiresome, so if I want to present as a Person With Hair, I have a couple of quite nice wigs and a couple of very expensive hairpieces which are not as heavy and hot (and unlike my natural hair) as the wigs. It's time to get a new hairpiece. I do have a collection of scarves, but there are times when I want to have hair.
I was very happy to discover that just opposite the hair place is a *fabulous* Italian... delicatessen, I guess. I had very nice coffee there, and a delicious cannoli, and after the hair appointment purchased some intriguing jars of sauce and jam and some buffalo cheese. Then spent quite a lot of the rest of the afternoon at Liverpool Street Station waiting for my return train.
*
And before *that*, I have been on a Retreat with my chorus! All weekend, at a collection of holiday cottages in the general area of The Broads: there was a collection of boats strung along the far end of the fields behind the place, and at one point a boat sailed majestically along behind the sheep.
We had a bring-and-share meal/birthday party/quiz night on Friday, spent most of Saturday singing and getting a sore back, and most of the rest of Saturday playing (!!!) my clarinet. Yes, someone in the chorus had the ambition to present a chorus Band to the assembled group in our informal concert on Saturday night. She presented me with a loaner clarinet on Thursday evening—at which point, having been looking for it for three weeks, I found my own clarinet. It was about a foot to the left of where I had expected it to be. Why I could not see it I am not sure, but I darkly suspect that I was afraid of playing it very badly and therefore had decided to cop out of the band.
In the event, it went all right. After I had clarified with our esteemed band leader which notes on the clarinet corresponded with which notes on the page, which I could not at all remember. She had done a good job of providing people with easy stuff to play, and it went well. Phew.
I think I will be trying to play my clarinet again. ALthough I have been biting myself on the inside of the lower lip for the past couple of days — very unpleasant — possibly because my poor lower lip was numbed by the exercise.
So. Hello again.