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326. The mock croc

 
So, my first ever pair of Birkenstocks arrived today. 

I kinda like them, although my feet look massive (but I guess pointy toes and summer wear don't really go). 

And they are sort of comfy - I think my right foot may be a little bruised or sore (why is it always that one that "catches" the dropped items?) but the left one is fine.  Interesting to walk in, that's for sure.

I can't see it becoming an addiction, at least.

317. My favourite hotel

108. Chocolate II

89. A weekly theme

When considering a year off, there's a big lot of amorphous time, just laying around and getting in the way.  I still don't have any real plan but I have found it helpful to have a generalised theme for the passing weeks.

Weeks 1 and 2 were my official holiday.  No demands, just relaxing (and a frantic burst of tidying towards the end, which turned out to be relatively pointless as the visitors didn't come see me and the cats).

Weeks 3 and 4 were the sunny weeks (mostly).  Sitting in the garden, knitting, beading, reading and lazying about.  (Glad the weather finally played along).

Week 5 was Laryngitis week.  Croak.

Weeks 6 and 7 were dedicated to the Ravelympics and my three outstanding projects.

Deciding about week 8 though, has been a bit of a toughy.  One (or more) needs to be a "sort the house out" week, but I'm still not in the mood.  There's a surprise for you. 

Maybe week 8 can be all about the new.  There's new style socks, and a new chainmaille design.  New chocolate ice-cream is a bit of a stretch, but I won't tell the Theme Police if you won't.

88. Chocolate

69. 08-08-08

I have been sporadically keeping a paper journal, and ages ago noted that I really should write an entry today, just for the date heading.  (Geek, much?)

But now I see that the Olympics have stolen my great idea (according to the HSBC advert, 8 is a lucky number for the Chinese) - and I'm so over it.

Apart from, you know, writing this entry, with its title.  I guess we'll just have to wait for the 9th of September, next year.

68. Self-diagnosis

According to the hugely helpful Interwebs - I reckon I have laryngitis.

Which is a relief, because it's viral.  So I don't need to make that doctors appointment, because antibiotics will do no good.  And they only want to know if it lasts more than 2 or 3 weeks (gulp!). 

And I have inadvertently been doing everything right.  Take painkillers, drink warm fluids and try not to talk too much.  Funnily enough, my throat seems better today, now that I'm up and about, and have read all that.

I'm still croaky though.  The cats are having feline fun in ignoring me, as they pretend not to recognise my voice.  The little scamps.  Good thing I can still whistle, and tap the metal food dish or they'd be absolutely starving.

65. Sick

If you see my immune system lying around anywhere ... please send it back to me. 

38. Worst shopping trip ever

I went to Tesco's to put petrol in the car (£1.19 by the way, even at Tesco's).  And because they were still doing the 5p off a litre of petrol if you spend over £50 ... I went and bought a couple of things for the house.

There was an exercise mat - so I can progress my Wii Fit Yoga, a flat sheet for the bed, and a scrubbing brush for the deck (don't ask).  I got some more fiction books (Kathy Reichs, Bones to Ashes and Laura Weisberger, Chasing Harry Winston).  I bought a new flash drive to replace the one I thought I'd lost (it's held together with sellotape and contains all my spreadsheets and other vital documents - panic much?). 

To counteract the gloom on the living room I got two uplighters for a fiver each.  This may have been where it all went wrong.  On assembly, I couldn't get the shade to stay firm in the fitting - so I kept tightening and tightening until the fitting came away in my hand, leaving behind its two little electrical wires.

I assembled the second one, paying careful attention to the tension, plugged it in and away we went.  (Of course, the ultra, super-duper energy efficient bulb is far too large for the shade, but it is nice and bright in the corner now).

I then retired to the garden during a brief non-rainy spell, to flick through my other book related purchase.  All was well until I came to page 61/62.  Or rather where page 61/62 used to be, before some little b*!$%&^d ripped it out.  It apparently contained the best hangover cure, using my favourite fruit (pomegranates) - go figure.

The last book on the shelf, the last (two) uplighters in the store.  I'd take them back tomorrow and complain, but the rain has sucked all the life out of me.  Still on the silver lining side, I did get my petrol voucher.  Every little helps ...