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I've just seen a newly-arrived person-sized roll of bubble wrap in the photocopier room! Who wants to wrap me in it and roll me down the stairs? Pop, pop, pop!
That would certainly wake me up. I'm not normally a bleary-in-the-morning person, but I had a long day yesterday. A good day, but long. My mother and some of her friends from work have an unofficial little quilters' club, and every year they gather together friends and family to go to the Melbourne Craft Fair on a group discount. I was in two minds about going this year; the first year I went was great - it was all so new and so exciting with so much to take in - but I've been a few times now and I don't think I could take a whole day of it. So I said that I'd go for half a day, then find something else to do and meet them back at the train station later. My mother surprised me by being quite keen on that idea; not just for me, that is, but for her as well. Her friends are semi-professional quilters (one of them makes a quilt a week!), so they get a lot out of the Craft Fair; she, on the other hand, is an enthusiastic dabbler. And then it turned out that the National Gallery has a big Art Deco exhibition on, so the problem of what to do with the other half-day was solved.
So I had to get up at an unreasonably early hour to catch the morning train to Melbourne. I don't know about you, but when I know I have to get up unusually early, I can never sleep soundly. I woke up at three and stayed awake until the alarm went off at four-fifteen. That's so early that I was up before Miss Pink, which never happens; when I turned the kitchen light on, I could see her on the living room sofa, curled protectively round her heat pack like Smaug the dragon, eyes shining yellow in the dark.
( The day )
Such an odd day: sit too long, walk around for too long, then sit too long to get home again. Back home well after ten, I was met by an irate pink cat sitting next to an empty food dish, even though I had put extra food down for the day. Finally, I sat down on the sofa next to Miss Pink, now fed and happily curled round her re-warmed heat pack, and poked my sore toe. Some pus popped out from under the toe nail.
So that was my day.
Finally, if you were to head to the rather excellent cover song blog, Fong Songs, you would find a week's worth of posts of Muppet covers. And who wouldn't want that?
That would certainly wake me up. I'm not normally a bleary-in-the-morning person, but I had a long day yesterday. A good day, but long. My mother and some of her friends from work have an unofficial little quilters' club, and every year they gather together friends and family to go to the Melbourne Craft Fair on a group discount. I was in two minds about going this year; the first year I went was great - it was all so new and so exciting with so much to take in - but I've been a few times now and I don't think I could take a whole day of it. So I said that I'd go for half a day, then find something else to do and meet them back at the train station later. My mother surprised me by being quite keen on that idea; not just for me, that is, but for her as well. Her friends are semi-professional quilters (one of them makes a quilt a week!), so they get a lot out of the Craft Fair; she, on the other hand, is an enthusiastic dabbler. And then it turned out that the National Gallery has a big Art Deco exhibition on, so the problem of what to do with the other half-day was solved.
So I had to get up at an unreasonably early hour to catch the morning train to Melbourne. I don't know about you, but when I know I have to get up unusually early, I can never sleep soundly. I woke up at three and stayed awake until the alarm went off at four-fifteen. That's so early that I was up before Miss Pink, which never happens; when I turned the kitchen light on, I could see her on the living room sofa, curled protectively round her heat pack like Smaug the dragon, eyes shining yellow in the dark.
( The day )
Such an odd day: sit too long, walk around for too long, then sit too long to get home again. Back home well after ten, I was met by an irate pink cat sitting next to an empty food dish, even though I had put extra food down for the day. Finally, I sat down on the sofa next to Miss Pink, now fed and happily curled round her re-warmed heat pack, and poked my sore toe. Some pus popped out from under the toe nail.
So that was my day.
Finally, if you were to head to the rather excellent cover song blog, Fong Songs, you would find a week's worth of posts of Muppet covers. And who wouldn't want that?
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