black and aqua
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incandescensSlept through the explosion this morning -- or, at least, woke up just afterwards and failed to hear the actual noise.
Explanation; the house two doors along is doing some building/restructuring (for which they have apparently not got planning permission yet, whoops) and have a big hole in what was their front garden. Apparently the builders decided to dispose of some rubbish in it, with the help of petrol and flame. Apparently there was something of a boom. Some bits are said to have fallen off our next-door-neighbour's chandelier.
No, I don't know why he has a chandelier in his sunroom.
That's the problem with training yourself to sleep through almost anything (boarding school, plane, train) -- you miss stuff like this.
Did a load of errands this afternoon, collecting tickets, dollars (they failed to have the requested travellers' cheques and dollars at the travel agents, despite my ordering them on Monday, but they did have enough dollars on hand to cover what I wanted -- I'm hoping that counts as the requisite disaster for the trip), purchasing various bits and bobs, cursing the lack of availability of any reasonable nightwear that was warm, that covered the body in some degree approximating decency, and that didn't have a stupid symbol or quote on it in pastels. Found something in black with aqua trim. We'll see how it works out.
Must buy wine for supper more often; my father never seems to try anything new, always getting the same varieties, and my mother likes a change every now and again.
Downstairs bathroom is apparently getting remodelled next week. I'm not sure whether to hope that it gets postponed to the week/s after that (when I'm away) or to be worried that, if that happens, I'll come back to find it still not done and have to put up with using the upstairs one through November and/or December. Decisions, decisions.
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J says, "I've learned something today, though. Pokemon has the worst daycares in the history of the world."
J says, "Pokemon get XP for fighting, you see. And the Day Care is how breeding is handled -- leave two compatible pokemon there, and you may find an egg waiting for you."
J says, "Pokemon can also get levels in the Day Care -- longer they stay, more levels they get."
J says, "Which means that the Pokemon Day Care is a warzone that they're having sex in."
J says, "Worst daycare /ever/."
Explanation; the house two doors along is doing some building/restructuring (for which they have apparently not got planning permission yet, whoops) and have a big hole in what was their front garden. Apparently the builders decided to dispose of some rubbish in it, with the help of petrol and flame. Apparently there was something of a boom. Some bits are said to have fallen off our next-door-neighbour's chandelier.
No, I don't know why he has a chandelier in his sunroom.
That's the problem with training yourself to sleep through almost anything (boarding school, plane, train) -- you miss stuff like this.
Did a load of errands this afternoon, collecting tickets, dollars (they failed to have the requested travellers' cheques and dollars at the travel agents, despite my ordering them on Monday, but they did have enough dollars on hand to cover what I wanted -- I'm hoping that counts as the requisite disaster for the trip), purchasing various bits and bobs, cursing the lack of availability of any reasonable nightwear that was warm, that covered the body in some degree approximating decency, and that didn't have a stupid symbol or quote on it in pastels. Found something in black with aqua trim. We'll see how it works out.
Must buy wine for supper more often; my father never seems to try anything new, always getting the same varieties, and my mother likes a change every now and again.
Downstairs bathroom is apparently getting remodelled next week. I'm not sure whether to hope that it gets postponed to the week/s after that (when I'm away) or to be worried that, if that happens, I'll come back to find it still not done and have to put up with using the upstairs one through November and/or December. Decisions, decisions.
---
J says, "I've learned something today, though. Pokemon has the worst daycares in the history of the world."
J says, "Pokemon get XP for fighting, you see. And the Day Care is how breeding is handled -- leave two compatible pokemon there, and you may find an egg waiting for you."
J says, "Pokemon can also get levels in the Day Care -- longer they stay, more levels they get."
J says, "Which means that the Pokemon Day Care is a warzone that they're having sex in."
J says, "Worst daycare /ever/."
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