fingers crossed

Well, I think I'm mostly ready for my aunt to arrive. It's her first visit to my flat, thus the nervousness.

Hope that we have a nice sunny weekend. Please, weather. It wouldn't be that difficult.

Work was annoying due to a geneticist named Lenz who had far too many syndromes named after him. Very annoying when you're trying to work out what fits where in the terminology hierarchy.

Four day weekend. Oof.

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Flitterby says "Everyone around here saw Prophecy and started *perching* on things. I wanted to get a stick and knock them off."
Flitterby says "You! Stop perching!"
Flitterby says "What, you have delusions of angelhood? *baff*"

aunt safely here

The weather has turned unexpectedly beautiful, just in time for my aunt's arrival. I hope it lasts -- well, for the next few days at least.

I would like to recommend http://www.kiva.org, by the way. Looks like good stuff.

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The bedchamber staff were hotly in dispute with the kitchen staff as to which of them was the most overworked; Madame was very particular about her bedchambers, they said, and she was very particular indeed about her own bedchamber. When you considered that you never knew just what you might be finding on the floor of Madame's bedchamber on mornings after a banquet, you might count yourself very fortunate if all you had to do was conjure up a few roast geese and maybe a swan or two to grace the table. Also, hadn't Madame the habit of drawing up a strict rota for her own night's activities. And if the kitchen staff thought it an easy task to have to keep an eye on the clock all night, and send in the young men every hour on the hour, they were welcome to try it.

The kitchen staff refused to be drawn. They said that when you remembered that Madame had the way of flinging nearly all the unsatisfactory lovers bodily through the window before breakfast, it cut down on the tidying up of a morning, never mind reducing the number of breakfasts to be carried in.

-- Rebel Angel, Bridget Wood