Paris Redux
Jul. 15th, 2007 12:03 amDespite my worst fears, the remainder of the trip was largely without incident (even Friday 13th), and I happily spent two days eating mostly the tasty organs of cute yet probably maltreated animals.
Despite my worst fears, the remainder of the trip was largely without incident (even Friday 13th), and I happily spent two days eating mostly the tasty organs of cute yet probably maltreated animals.
Despite my worst fears, the remainder of the trip was largely without incident (even Friday 13th), and I happily spent two days eating mostly the tasty organs of cute yet probably maltreated animals.
Saturday: lazy morning playing with the garklet, culminating in him falling asleep on me while
ias was out shopping. Attacked the few bits of bindweed that have appeared since last month and mowed the lawn. Failed to apply anti-slug nematodes, partly because soil wasn't damp enough. Fabulous dinner of a duck, fig and walnut salad (me) and an excellent summer pudding (
ias).
( Sleepy baby! )
Sunday: BBQ at surliminal's with various fannish types. If your ears have been burning, we may have been gossiping about you. If you have to ask whether we were talking about you, you've clearly got a guilty conscience and therefore must have been one of the people about whom we were gossiping.
The garklet was his usual cheery self, and seemed to enjoy the barbecued chicken. Uncle
swisstone was also a clear hit.
Saturday: lazy morning playing with the garklet, culminating in him falling asleep on me while
ias was out shopping. Attacked the few bits of bindweed that have appeared since last month and mowed the lawn. Failed to apply anti-slug nematodes, partly because soil wasn't damp enough. Fabulous dinner of a duck, fig and walnut salad (me) and an excellent summer pudding (
ias).
( Sleepy baby! )
Sunday: BBQ at surliminal's with various fannish types. If your ears have been burning, we may have been gossiping about you. If you have to ask whether we were talking about you, you've clearly got a guilty conscience and therefore must have been one of the people about whom we were gossiping.
The garklet was his usual cheery self, and seemed to enjoy the barbecued chicken. Uncle
swisstone was also a clear hit.