Tags: cake


In the red corner

Well, I've done a lot of stuffTM today. As in:

sorting out the reviews column for Vector (not a small job, hampered by an attack of stupidity, in which I typed up a review that had come by post, pressed the wrong key and had to type it all over again).1
cat sorting
further sorting of reference for nice ex-student.

Conspicuously absent: writing. This evening, this evening... And I seem to have forgotten how to spell. I mean, I had to look up conspicuous. If this is due to age, then I don't like it.

Skirt of the day: black tiered long skirt.

1 Dear Reviewer, if you are going to review a book I didn't send you -- which is fine -- please could you at least include the publisher and date. Page count, price and ISBN would be nice, too. It's not always easy to track those down. No, not even using Amazon as a database.

In which R4 jumps to conclusions, and the marquise is efficient.

Dear Person who was just on R4,
I honour your intention in protecting birds by imposing a curfew on cats during the breeding season. It's a good idea.
It's been recommended by cat charities for years, for the welfare of both birds and cats. Most accidents involving cats happen in the evenings and early mornings, the same time as peak bird feeding time. My cats have had a twilight curfew since the early 90s. Not all cat owners are irresponsible or incapable of thinking of things for ourselves.
the marquise.

Words added to Grass King 1332. Ferret women have moved on from fighting cushions to biting other characters. I may be having too much fun with this, and I daresay there will be cuts later. But, y'know, book is being nice to me.

Laundry done
Cleaning done
Celts sorted again (with some pictures found)
Reference written for nice former student.
Next up: remind the marquis to buy rhubarb, for further cake.

I like being efficient. It makes me feel much more worthwhile than usual.
Skirt of the day: very favourite blue tiered long skirt that I love so much it's falling apart.

Do, be, do, be, do

Today has either been busy of efficient, depending on how you count such things. I have started ch. 25 of Grass King -- not a lot of words but I can see where it's going. I did laundry, cleaned bathrooms, did shopping, made an apple cake and photographed the purple sprouting broccoli trees. The what, I hear you ask? The council has planted several of them near us and we have no idea what they are other than pretty, so I took pictures with a view to posting them at some point and asking for ideas. (We call them the purple sprouting broccoli trees as they can look very like that in the autumn, although this year the colour scheme is rather bright green and rust than last year's darker green and maroon.)
And now, the mystic marquise foresees ironing in her near future. Not, alas, followed by cake. That's for tomorrow and our visitors.

Edited at 17.52: ironing now achieved. What a clever girl...