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Spent weekend at Gran's for her birthday - she's getting pretty ill - leaky heart valves, water retention, various stuff. Basically her body's breaking down and she can't walk more than a few yards at a time without having to stop to take a breath. Parents have finally admitted that she talks more than me, though...
Large proportion of it was spent clearing up and cleaning her house. Guh. I think I breathed in a good pound of dust over the last few days. Dad was on garage clearing duty, mum decimated t' garden while I did her bedroom, the hall and the bathroom. You know you've been hard at work when you emerge for a breather, look down and discover your black t-shirt and shorts are white with dust.
Saw the cousins, who were also up for birthday, and I think Chris is refusing to stop growing. Seriously. The majority of the women in our family are unrepentant short arses - Tabs is the only one of normal height - but David and Chris, the only boys apart from my brother? Beanpoles. David's about 6'3", Chris has passed 6'4" and is still growing. You have to crane your neck to speak to him.
On sunday went with Sam and Rose into town to get last minutes birthday bits for various people, then parked myself in the gym's coffee shop/cafe while they had a workout. Would've liked to go swimming but you have to be a member to use the facilities. The cafe overlooks the major bank of running/step/hill climbing machines. Banks and banks of the things, and it looks like nothing so much as a large amount of torture machines. Not to mention looking so bloody boring it wasn't true. Gimme exercise that involves getting from one place to another any day.
Dad with his family history fetish discovered a whole mound of Pen's (Granny's dad) World War 1 photos, and there's bloody front line photos in there. Dad is now in heaven and will be contacting the War Museum to see if they want a copy due to their rarity - Dad's currently wondering how Pen didn't get a bollocking from his superiors for taking them.
Watched Sentinel last night, and they had some flashback bits to when Jim transferred from Vice to Major Crimes. Um. Village People, much, Jim? Currently he's the terribly clean and spick and span version. Then he was working the incredibly gay construction worker look. With moustache and earring. Christ, his new partner tells him to smarten up and lose the earring in case he gets mistaken for 'you know what'. And yes, domestic cuteness twixt him and Blair.
Driving lesson cancelled, must go down post office. Also got a message on answering machine about not having picked up comics in ages. whooooops.
Large proportion of it was spent clearing up and cleaning her house. Guh. I think I breathed in a good pound of dust over the last few days. Dad was on garage clearing duty, mum decimated t' garden while I did her bedroom, the hall and the bathroom. You know you've been hard at work when you emerge for a breather, look down and discover your black t-shirt and shorts are white with dust.
Saw the cousins, who were also up for birthday, and I think Chris is refusing to stop growing. Seriously. The majority of the women in our family are unrepentant short arses - Tabs is the only one of normal height - but David and Chris, the only boys apart from my brother? Beanpoles. David's about 6'3", Chris has passed 6'4" and is still growing. You have to crane your neck to speak to him.
On sunday went with Sam and Rose into town to get last minutes birthday bits for various people, then parked myself in the gym's coffee shop/cafe while they had a workout. Would've liked to go swimming but you have to be a member to use the facilities. The cafe overlooks the major bank of running/step/hill climbing machines. Banks and banks of the things, and it looks like nothing so much as a large amount of torture machines. Not to mention looking so bloody boring it wasn't true. Gimme exercise that involves getting from one place to another any day.
Dad with his family history fetish discovered a whole mound of Pen's (Granny's dad) World War 1 photos, and there's bloody front line photos in there. Dad is now in heaven and will be contacting the War Museum to see if they want a copy due to their rarity - Dad's currently wondering how Pen didn't get a bollocking from his superiors for taking them.
Watched Sentinel last night, and they had some flashback bits to when Jim transferred from Vice to Major Crimes. Um. Village People, much, Jim? Currently he's the terribly clean and spick and span version. Then he was working the incredibly gay construction worker look. With moustache and earring. Christ, his new partner tells him to smarten up and lose the earring in case he gets mistaken for 'you know what'. And yes, domestic cuteness twixt him and Blair.
Driving lesson cancelled, must go down post office. Also got a message on answering machine about not having picked up comics in ages. whooooops.
