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Does anybody else get this sort of nonsense from their other halves?
As you may have noticed I've been a bit absent. Well sadly that's not going to improve for the foreseeable, on Friday night my flat was broken into, and my laptop, iPad and accessories and a couple of other technological things were taken. I've now moved flat and am perfectly safe, but all I have is the lj app on my iPhone, so sorry if I'm ignoring you all. New laptop will arrive at the end of the week and hopefully insurance will cover everything.
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Anyway, I've finished my first beady animal, a peacock. He's red because I had an excess of red and he's only practice since I have to do a real white one for our new wreath. I need to work on the tautness of my wire though because as you can see...
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This particular pattern/instructions were in French, which is fine (especially since all the books with the peacock in seem to be out of print and hard to find, so I was lucky to get this at all), but it seems that the Germans are miles better at this and things are much easier to find in German, so the book I bought is in German, which I clearly have to learn to understand the instructions and words. Cause while the pictures/diagrams are all well and good, I've got to be missing something. Icon is totally relevant though because there's a pattern for a blue parrot.
Then later the offer of food (chips) which you can only refuse so many times - especially since you haven't eaten in 10 hours - before you give in and discover they're exactly as you like them, not covered in some terrible condiment or sauce and he keeps offering until you refuse again, because you don't want to look like a fat pie (difficult in Glasgow where there is the obesity and heart attack capital, I am practically a stick figure next to those) so yes, a good night, but terribly heart-wrenching. So Blackadder fans, made a note in my mental diary on the way home while chatting to them all, simply says "Oh bugger." Because I've fallen even harder for him than I was before.
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And now, even though I'm horribly damp and soggy I feel as though someone is hugging me, like I'm all happy and squee-y and I can't stop smiling again. Like the ego and confidence boost I've been needing for so long. Here's hoping it can only continue...
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.
Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam.
But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;
As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.
- Laurence Binyon
cause TWO OUT OF THREE, AIN'T BAD!
So now I'm nearly pain free and avoiding doing an essay (book review euch!) so I am in the midst of baking bread from scratch, it's currently rising, and have to go back to doing academic work. The kneading is oddly soothing and seemed to help my hands. Perhaps I should bake more often..
*This post brought to you courtesy of free NHS prescription opiates*