Thursday, November 04, 2010

NaBloPoMoBlown

Hmm. I have a feeling that it's not entirely in the spirit of the "blog-every-day-for-a-month" ethos to fail to post until the 4th, really. So I'm holding up the white flag now...

Monday night, I ended up calling my folks and making a cake for book group instead of blogging.

Tuesday night, I was at book group and it was fun, so I stayed and got home late. The book was The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society, and I loved it. Hadn't expected to, but I did. Review in a later post - it's sitting on the desk taunting me, with another pile of books and CDs...

Wednesday - oh, we should really probably forget Wednesday. Suffice to say that I had 16 hours out of the house, 6 of which were spent travelling, and 3.5 of those 6 hours were spent on London buses. Next time I'll realise it's way quicker and healthier for body and soul to walk when there's a Tube strike, and just do it... We could call it the Bob Crow Exercise Plan.

And today, the arse-kicking knitting has had another chortle at me and I'm trying to work out how to salvage it.

So, in the absence of any actual interesting content, I fall back on the trick of bloggers everywhere, and bring you a photo of the Bug; who appears to be in exactly the same mood as I am at the moment...



She has an actual reason for being this pissed-off though - the Barracks fireworks were tonight, and I hadn't realised, and they'd started by the time I got home, and she was understandably a bit freaked out and hiding on the stairs. Those guys don't mess around - they're the Army. From the sound, it might be fireworks, or it might be an ordnance dump being blown up in a series of controlled explosions. Either way, the sky lights up for several miles around.

And yes; yes I do have leaves in my living-room. Doesn't everyone??

2 comments:

SusieH said...

I ditto the leaves :) Also, The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society is the best title EVER!

Mary deB said...

I liked that Guernsey book, too. And I have leaves in my kitchen, and pine needles in my front hall. I blame Nature.