hyperglycemia day at work

[incandescens]

We had a "Macmillan's Coffee Morning" day at work - there were cakes, and there were donations to charity, and everyone ate cake and put money in the donation boxes. There was also a raffle, with a bottle of wine, a box of chocolates, and a quilt which I'd donated. The raffle did gratifyingly well. I actually won the bottle of wine, which was a bit embarrassing considering that I'd been drawing the tickets. But not so embarrassing as to make me not take the wine.

There was some cake left to be finished off tomorrow, but I'm not sure that anyone will have the stomach for it.

(bad pun, I know, you may now throw things)

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And the third day they returned to the palace. And Yspaddaden Penkawr said to them, "Shoot not at me again unless you desire death. Where are my attendants? Lift up the forks of my eyebrows which have fallen over my eyeballs, that I may see the fashion of my son-in-law." Then they arose, and, as they did so, Yspaddaden Penkawr took the third poisoned dart and cast it at them. And Kilhwch caught it and threw it vigorously, and wounded him through the eyeball, so that the dart came out at the back of his head. "A cursed ungentle son-in-law, truly! As long as I remain alive, my eyesight will be the worse. Whenever I go against the wind, my eyes will water; and peradventure my head will burn, and I shall have a giddiness every new moon. Cursed be the fire in which it was forged. Like the bite of a mad dog is the stroke of this poisoned iron."

-- Culwych and Olwen, translated by Lady Charlotte Guest

Comments

[flemmings.livejournal.com]

Jeez, Yspaddaden Penkawr. 'Do what I say, not what I do.'

Otherwise: is there any weirdness like unto Celtic weirdness?

[incandescens]

It definitely has its own style.