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Jul. 5th, 2013 10:45 pmI said goodbye to my last sparkly person on Tuesday (Fleur, at Stansted), went home, and promptly fell asleep for three hours. I mostly couldn't bring myself to go to bed at Camp until all was quiet, so I suspect I rather needed that.
It was in fact a stroke of genius to have Camp Sparkle in Brighton. What an excellent city! From the Royal Pavilion's unbelievable over-the-topness (with added Dragons) to the I'm-a-kid-again fun of the Pier to the genuinely happy atmosphere of town on Saturday afternoon, I thought it was a lovely place. Our rented house could not have been more convenient in situation (alas for the remote car parking, but in the circumstances, cars were rarely required), although it might have been somewhat more convenient in bathroom allocation—for other people, that is. Getting the only ensuite in the place worked out quite well for us! Next time, more bathrooms.
Oh, and we got a free boob display from the street while we were having our Friday evening Feast. Which was novel.
I returned to find that my plants were thriving. The pumpkin is spreading like mad, the tomatoes are all growing healthily, and—and!—we have eaten our first home-grown courgette. Ten minutes from plant to plate. Admittedly, it was still a courgette, and there is a firm limit on how exciting a courgette can be, but it was an Achievement. I suspect there are going to be quite a few more courgettes in our near future, what with there being seven plants in the raised beds. Hmm.
Socks was *extremely* angry with me on our return! I've never heard her so pissed off, dear me. She seems to have settled down now, although she selects Beast's lap for sitting on in preference to mine. This is good, as she is going for the world record in shed cat hair, and he is actually willing to have the defensive blanket on his lap in the current heat, which I am not. It's a good thing Camp was last week, or we'd all have been walking around looking like beetroot.
Back to the gym yesterday for a swim, and today for actual work including assisted pull-ups, and pikes on the TRX. Blurgh. My shoulders will punish me tomorrow. And then, to my horror, I watched Say Yes to the Dress (look, I know, but it's as potent as chocolate, and I can only kick one thing at a time) and they were making a dress for a DOG. Not a real dog, one of those things that lives in a handbag, but still. For pity's sake, make me unsee this!
I took only a passing interest in Wimbledon's first week (although, go Murray!), but this is an awesome write-up. Serena Williams??? What? What? Seriously?
Also randomly, I have discovered that there is a thing called Fairy Barf Lichen. Of course there is. As there should be.
There is also—even more randomly—a piece by the very splended Greta Christina on How to Write a Sex Scene Between a Unicorn and a Rainbow. You should read this, because yes.
So, now I have a Five Words story to record, and two podfics in my near future, and a genuine desire to write something Very, Very Strange. We shall see.
/post-Camp weirdness
It was in fact a stroke of genius to have Camp Sparkle in Brighton. What an excellent city! From the Royal Pavilion's unbelievable over-the-topness (with added Dragons) to the I'm-a-kid-again fun of the Pier to the genuinely happy atmosphere of town on Saturday afternoon, I thought it was a lovely place. Our rented house could not have been more convenient in situation (alas for the remote car parking, but in the circumstances, cars were rarely required), although it might have been somewhat more convenient in bathroom allocation—for other people, that is. Getting the only ensuite in the place worked out quite well for us! Next time, more bathrooms.
Oh, and we got a free boob display from the street while we were having our Friday evening Feast. Which was novel.
I returned to find that my plants were thriving. The pumpkin is spreading like mad, the tomatoes are all growing healthily, and—and!—we have eaten our first home-grown courgette. Ten minutes from plant to plate. Admittedly, it was still a courgette, and there is a firm limit on how exciting a courgette can be, but it was an Achievement. I suspect there are going to be quite a few more courgettes in our near future, what with there being seven plants in the raised beds. Hmm.
Socks was *extremely* angry with me on our return! I've never heard her so pissed off, dear me. She seems to have settled down now, although she selects Beast's lap for sitting on in preference to mine. This is good, as she is going for the world record in shed cat hair, and he is actually willing to have the defensive blanket on his lap in the current heat, which I am not. It's a good thing Camp was last week, or we'd all have been walking around looking like beetroot.
Back to the gym yesterday for a swim, and today for actual work including assisted pull-ups, and pikes on the TRX. Blurgh. My shoulders will punish me tomorrow. And then, to my horror, I watched Say Yes to the Dress (look, I know, but it's as potent as chocolate, and I can only kick one thing at a time) and they were making a dress for a DOG. Not a real dog, one of those things that lives in a handbag, but still. For pity's sake, make me unsee this!
I took only a passing interest in Wimbledon's first week (although, go Murray!), but this is an awesome write-up. Serena Williams??? What? What? Seriously?
Also randomly, I have discovered that there is a thing called Fairy Barf Lichen. Of course there is. As there should be.
There is also—even more randomly—a piece by the very splended Greta Christina on How to Write a Sex Scene Between a Unicorn and a Rainbow. You should read this, because yes.
So, now I have a Five Words story to record, and two podfics in my near future, and a genuine desire to write something Very, Very Strange. We shall see.
/post-Camp weirdness
