It's been a good day.
Jan. 15th, 2011 07:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
janewilliams20I'd decided last night that despite still needing to do another 6 hours work to complete the working week, today I would have some "me time" - time when I was awake and with it, but NOT working. I might even get something constructive done.
OK, so waking up coughing at 5am hadn't been part of the plan, but it fitted. Tablets, little snack because they have to be with food, big mug of comfrey tea. I'd thought I'd do some work on the army I'm planning for HOTT Avalon, and I knew it was on the table next to the "office" one, so I looked on there, and.... ah. Let me rephrase that - I looked for the table next to the office one. It's the sewing/painting table, or was. It had somehow become the "don't need this at the moment, dump it out of the way" place. Tidying occured.... OK, so I have my table back (mostly), and moving on to jasmine tea. Downstairs, with the army bits, the notes, and a pile of paper to be sorted. Shortly afterwards, the recycle bin is a lot fuller, I've found some story notes I thought I'd lost, and another cup of tea has been consumed (the "detox" one).
Dave appears. Time for "real" breakfast - muffin with egg & bacon, and, for once, cheese. Orange juice. Yum.
It seems that Dave's plans for the day involve going over to a model shop near Cambridge to pick up some paints. Model shop? I could do with some tree-making material... I could with a day out. An a meal out.
http://www.thewhitehorseinnbarton.co.uk/ is a good place to have lunch. Standard pub things, good quality, and a rather nice touch - many of the meals are available in "samll portion" size. Wide choice of ciders, too. We worked out that this was the first time we'd been out for a meal since early December, and while it wasn't anything exciting, it was good.
Model shop was less exciting than I'd hoped - Dave got his paints, and another tank kit (why???) but no tree-making bits, and the cross-stitch area was a box of mini kits. The promised shop with South African food had closed before we got there. Then it was "since we're in the area....": Morrisons at Cambourne for pies, and dropped in on the niece to catch up on her uni application news and hand over some very late Xmas presents. She sent us home saying I looked ill and shattered - she's the one with the medical training (well, some, it's early days), and she was right. The work I expected to do tonight is not going to happen.
The other thing today was good for was birds of prey. On the way there, a buzzard was swinging in the wind over a field. Later, a flash of pale brown in a ditch was a kestrel swooping down, and back up with something in its claws: closest I've seen one for a while. Then as we pulled into Toft, there was something on the road ahead of us - big, pale, didn't seem to be getting out of the way, will we have to swerve? the colour's pigeon, but it's too big.... I was half-right. The bottom half of what was in the road had, until very recently, been a pigeon. The top half was the peregrine that had just killed it, and was being slowed down in its car-avoidance by wanting to take its dinner with it.
OK, so waking up coughing at 5am hadn't been part of the plan, but it fitted. Tablets, little snack because they have to be with food, big mug of comfrey tea. I'd thought I'd do some work on the army I'm planning for HOTT Avalon, and I knew it was on the table next to the "office" one, so I looked on there, and.... ah. Let me rephrase that - I looked for the table next to the office one. It's the sewing/painting table, or was. It had somehow become the "don't need this at the moment, dump it out of the way" place. Tidying occured.... OK, so I have my table back (mostly), and moving on to jasmine tea. Downstairs, with the army bits, the notes, and a pile of paper to be sorted. Shortly afterwards, the recycle bin is a lot fuller, I've found some story notes I thought I'd lost, and another cup of tea has been consumed (the "detox" one).
Dave appears. Time for "real" breakfast - muffin with egg & bacon, and, for once, cheese. Orange juice. Yum.
It seems that Dave's plans for the day involve going over to a model shop near Cambridge to pick up some paints. Model shop? I could do with some tree-making material... I could with a day out. An a meal out.
http://www.thewhitehorseinnbarton.co.uk/ is a good place to have lunch. Standard pub things, good quality, and a rather nice touch - many of the meals are available in "samll portion" size. Wide choice of ciders, too. We worked out that this was the first time we'd been out for a meal since early December, and while it wasn't anything exciting, it was good.
Model shop was less exciting than I'd hoped - Dave got his paints, and another tank kit (why???) but no tree-making bits, and the cross-stitch area was a box of mini kits. The promised shop with South African food had closed before we got there. Then it was "since we're in the area....": Morrisons at Cambourne for pies, and dropped in on the niece to catch up on her uni application news and hand over some very late Xmas presents. She sent us home saying I looked ill and shattered - she's the one with the medical training (well, some, it's early days), and she was right. The work I expected to do tonight is not going to happen.
The other thing today was good for was birds of prey. On the way there, a buzzard was swinging in the wind over a field. Later, a flash of pale brown in a ditch was a kestrel swooping down, and back up with something in its claws: closest I've seen one for a while. Then as we pulled into Toft, there was something on the road ahead of us - big, pale, didn't seem to be getting out of the way, will we have to swerve? the colour's pigeon, but it's too big.... I was half-right. The bottom half of what was in the road had, until very recently, been a pigeon. The top half was the peregrine that had just killed it, and was being slowed down in its car-avoidance by wanting to take its dinner with it.