Rag Market

Apr. 30th, 2017 02:20 am
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Had a very nice day today - went out to Hebden Bridge (a nearby town about 45 minutes away by train, in the middle of some very pretty countryside) because they were having one of their regular Rag Markets. Which is basically an excuse for local crafters to sell off some of their stashes (or other spare fabric/beads/yarn/etc), plus a few other stalls. The local fabric shops held mini-sales with the intent of creaming off some of the influx of shoppers. And since I came out of it with some nice fabric (from both the Rag Market and the shops), some Swarovski beads, and a pleasant day's excursion, I'd say I profited all round. I even got back to Leeds in time to do my grocery shopping comfortably, though I admit that walking home with both the groceries and my purchases was a bit of a weight. Still, healthy exercise. And the weather was - well, if not exactly bright and sunny, it was mild enough for a light jacket rather than a heavy coat. So all around, a very nice day.

Rounded off by a good episode of Doctor Who this evening. The current season - it's hard to realise we're now at episode 3 - is being good solid stuff, and I hope it continues.
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I have been bad about posting recently. I apologise. Things are just ... busy. I'm working on book four edits in the evenings, and they're taking up all my spoons.

Life continues busy (well, see above). The weather's having a sudden cold snap. We had a very brief fall of hail this afternoon. You can probably imagine us all standing at the windows pointing out at it and going, "wow, such big hailstones!" and hoping audibly that it'd have cleared by the time we had to go home. Some things are universal. I'm now imagining demons in Dante's Inferno pointing at the current shower of flakes of fire (or other precipitation) and muttering about how it was never that bad last year, and they hoped it'd clear up by the time they were off work, they'd forgotten to bring an umbrella with them...
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Still coughing a little, but my cold is a great deal better. Thank goodness. This may also be linked to the fact that work has managed to turn down the central heating, and we are no longer stifling, sweating, and about to fall asleep. We are a little cool (one of my coworkers who is very sensitive to the temperature is back to borrowing my at-work shawl) but I'd take that any day over being too hot.

Half the week gone, half of it to go. Most of my coworkers are currently trying to work through a set of tests on the upcoming ICD-11 classification (still in development, not yet implemented). The tests are being very frustrating, mostly due to a lack of coding guidance and an incomplete index. It's a safe bet that anyone at their desk who breaks out in moaning or cursing is doing so because of the line coding exercise. Alas, I'm doing it too. There is no mercy.


“So,” he finally said, “the newest witch who dares sneak into my domain and plot against me. Have you not learned, wench, that all those who came before you failed?”

“Oh, forgive me, most noble Graf!” Irene begged humbly. She knew that her German was a little too modern for this time and place, but sounding foreign could only increase his paranoia. “I was a fool to come here. I cast myself at your feet and beg for mercy!”

The Graf looked surprised. “You admit your guilt?”

Irene looked down at the floor, trying to squeeze out a tear or two. “You have bound me in iron, your grace, and there is a crucifix on the door. I am bound and my Satanic Master will no longer help me.”
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Back to work tomorrow. How quickly the halcyon four-day weekend speeds past.

Things to do: too many. Still, I did get some sewing done earlier today, which was pleasant. A comfortable feeling of something achieved.
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Deep in edits (and apologies for not being around otherwise), but I think I see some improvement.

New season of Doctor Who started tonight. Quite a fun episode - I found it much brisker than the previous season, and less weighed down by baggage. (Okay, I also admit that I didn't particularly like Clara, so personal bias is probably involved.) But so far it's entertaining, and I'm willing to be entertained.

Cold has reached the dry cough stage. This is something of an improvement, but I wish it would hurry up and get gone for good. Or at least till the next one comes along.
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Hello, four day weekend!

... most of which I'm going to spend on working on the new set of edits for book four, but at least I have two days more than usual to do them in.

Other things may also be involved. Like chocolate. And palinka. (That fruit brandy I brought back from Budapest.) I've just had a glass of the pear palinka, and it is lovely.

And there will be some sleeping in, too. For the next four days. Mmm.
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A rather hectic day. Glad it's over.

Roll on the long weekend.
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Four-day week coming up. Actually two four-day weeks, given that both Good Friday and Easter Monday are bank holidays.

Good points about four-day weeks: they're only four days.

Bad points about four-day weeks: somehow one ends up trying to do five days work in four days. Can't think how that happens.

And on a completely different note, there's only a month to go till the Eurovision Song Contest. Whee! (Even if I hate to think how some of the point scoring is likely to go. Not that I could blame Europe for nil-pointing us this time round, unless our song was actually good for once.)


“If it did take place at Le Meurice,” she said, “then it may be relevant what time he left here, and when he could have arrived there. It’s too late now to be certain how long the body was dead before it was found –”

The temperature dipped. She felt cold air clutch at her throat like a hand. Ao Ji’s expression drew into lines of anger.

“Your majesty, I mean no disrespect,” she said quickly. “No insult was intended to Lord Ren Shun’s memory. It’s just that certain vocabulary is commonly used in these cases.”

“Maybe,” Ao Ji grated, “but this is not a common case. You will remember that.”
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I have tasted some of the palinka (fruit brandy, brought back from Budapest - apricot brandy in this case) and found it good.

I don't know if it actually is good for colds (of which I have one), but it's certainly made me feel better.

(And yes, I probably will be moving over to dreamwidth. I need to get it done. So much to do, so little time, etc.)
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It's definitely cooler here than it was in Budapest, as I've been telling everyone in the office. (Though it's not snowing, so I imagine that my complaints will be scorned by everyone who's still having to cope with that sort of weather...)

The array of Hungarian sweets I brought back with me, thanks to the airport duty-free shops, are going down rapidly. (Though nobody's seemed that interested in trying the chocolates with sour cherry and paprika filling. I wonder why?)
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Somewhat restored to life and a regular schedule and UK weather. Still not looking forward to work tomorrow, though.


Feng Lun’s nostrils flared. The two men in his squad – yes, Irene decided that was the best term for it – moved to flank him. “You, on the other hand, are a junior servant of the Library of no particular rank or importance. You feel you have the right to stand here and make demands of me?”

Irene stared him in the eye. She couldn’t back down now. She’d be weakening her own position in his eyes, and in the eyes of the entire dragon contingent. The Library had to maintain its independence in this peace conference – even if they were the weakest of the three factions present, they weren’t subordinate to either side. “I’m not making demands,” she said, keeping her voice neutral. There had to be some way to de-escalate this. “I’m informing you that I am required to check with my superiors about my orders.”

Feng Lun snorted. “If you are trying to force my hand, you have succeeded. Restrain her –“
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Safely back from Budapest.

With luggage.

That was a splendid holiday, but I'm glad I have tomorrow to recover before returning to work. :) (Plus the return to normal meals after lovely restaurant dinners... ah well, it was nice while it lasted.)

It's also several degrees cooler here than it was in Budapest. We will return to the heavier pyjamas. For a while.
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Truly there is no irritation like checking up on a hotel's history, and finding out that they only moved the entrance onto the Rue de Rivoli less than twenty years ago, and that at the point when you're setting the story it was round on the Rue du Mont Thabor. So goodbye to those elegant paragraphs of descriptive prose which you wrote based on the lovely online photographs.

Oh well. This is one of those things which it is good to find out sooner rather than later. Plus it means I can have someone sneaking in on the Rue de Rivoli side, if "sneaking" is quite the right word for "walks across well-lit road in the middle of the night".

Off to Budapest tomorrow. Travelling late afternoon (well, mid-afternoon if you count "leave in time to get to the airport well before flying"), getting in late evening. I've been really looking forward to this, so fingers crossed all goes smoothly, and watch this space.
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Work continues. Budapest in four days!

Completed the assessment for the third module of the SNOMED CT content development course and passed. Excellent. Just got the overall assessment to go now, and hopefully...


Irene chewed that over mentally for a few paces. “Bradamant isn’t stupid,” she argued, her voice still quiet. “She wouldn’t deliberately hide information from you if she knew you’d need it. She realises just how important – how dangerous - this whole situation is.”

“What if she’d been ordered to?” Vale demanded.

He had a point there. Irene sighed. “I don’t have an answer to that. But I do believe the Library wants an answer to what’s happened. Why else would they call you in?”

An answer, certainly,” Vale agreed. “But the truth? That might be a very dangerous commodity.”
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Apologies to anyone who noted my absence: this last week I've just been so tired on getting home from work that I've flopped, frequently napped, and woken up with no real time to spend on my computer or get anything done. Hopefully life will ease up a bit when I've finished the SNOMED CT content course I'm doing.

Possibly my holiday in Budapest next week will also help. (Whee!)


Vale nodded again. “And the site of the crime?”

“Le Meurice. That’s the hotel where most of the Librarians are staying, and where we’re holding the meetings. It’s quite close to here – south towards the river and then west along the Rue de Rivoli.”

“Where’s everyone else staying, if they’re not staying there?” Irene asked.

“The dragons are at the Ritz, and the Fae are at the Grand Hotel du Louvre,” Bradamant said.

Vale frowned. “Didn’t they turn that place into a department store?”

“Maybe in your world,” Bradamant said, “but not here. Now please come along – if you want to get a look at the crime scene before Paris starts waking up and all the factions expect you to visit them first.”

“I am hardly the one delaying us,” Vale said, somewhat unfairly. “Lead the way.”
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Irritations: an issue with one of my fillings, which is apparently losing small chips. Since I can't actually see the blasted thing (it's a lower molar at an inconvenient angle), I can't tell any more than that there's a sharpish edge where there wasn't previously an edge.

Positive aspects: have managed to get appointment with dentist (well, dentist locum) tomorrow, so will be able to find out if it is going to need serious work, mild work, is all under control, or whatever. Would rather not be having any dental issues, but will take what I can get.

In other news: the weather's getting milder, the light is staying longer in the evenings, and my Government are still malicious idiots.


It had been three o’clock in the morning when they had left Vale’s London. All the local libraries had been closed at that hour, naturally. (Well, all the legal libraries that Irene knew about. It was quite possible that there were secret societies somewhere in London with highly illegal libraries which were open and busy at this time of night. But unfortunately she didn’t know where any of them were located.)
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Had excellent time in London with Lucienne on Sunday, but came home shattered. (We investigated Old Spitalfields Market and Petticoat Lane market, and both did some spontaneous shopping, and then we had dim sum in Chinatown. It was brilliant.)

I then spent most of today off work (having booked the day off) and doing a final read-through on book four before handing the current draft back in. And being shattered. I have a stinking headache for some reason. Not sure why.

And since I have a nine o'clock meeting tomorrow, I should probably get to sleep at a reasonable hour.
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Cold still hanging on, which is annoying. It's turned to a dry blocked nose, a dry throat, and a cough. The sooner I get shot of it, the better. (And yes, I am self-medicating.)

Going down to London tomorrow - Lucienne Diver (my agent) is there for a book industry event, and has suggested we meet up. So that should be fun. Even if it means getting up way too early for a Sunday morning. And speaking of which, I should get some sleep now...
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Many thanks to fadeaccompli and Liz Bourke for information about Saint Ijanel. This invocation to her, from a 10th century Greek hagiography:

“Holy Saint Ijanel, let me arise and go forth by day without hindrance. Holy Saint Ijanel, let me arise and go forth by night without fear. Let me rise up into battle with good courage. In peace, let me arise into wisdom and understanding. Let me rise up against tyranny with justice in my heart. Let me rise up in the morning. Let me rise up at noon. Let me rise up at the going-down of the sun. Holy Saint Ijanel, guard me and guide me until the last day, when all shall arise into glory.”

And this excellent psalm to her, by fadeaccompli:

Ijanel is my saint; I shall not linger.
She maketh me to rise up from soft couches:
she leadeth me unto the work waiting.
She restoreth my nerve:
she leadeth me in the paths of productivity for my deadlines' sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of doubt,
I will fear no hesitation: for thou art with me;
thy goad and thy hook they encourage me.
Thou preparest a racecourse before me in the presence of mine doubters:
thou anointest my hands with ink; my spirit runneth over.
Surely action and determination shall follow me all the days of my life:
and I will stand at the riverbanks with Ijanel for ever.

I'm now tempted to call a Librarian Ijanel at some point. Plus maybe needing an icon to her for my own procrastination...
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Just finished rewriting the penultimate chapter of book four. Appear to have added three or four pages. Whoops.

Oh well. Tomorrow I will re-edit. Right now I will sleep the sleep of the virtuous.


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