ninth_wave: (rufus)
As many of you may be aware, I am something of a Rufus Wainwright fan. I also have the good fortune to be acquainted with an utterly marvellous (if slightly unhinged, and you'll see why in a minute) lady by the name of Fawsley on LJ. The combination of these two facts led last night to the following news...

I AM GOING TO THE ROYAL ALBERT HALL IN DECEMBER TO SEE THE WAINWRIGHT FAMILY CHRISTMAS SHOW!!! Can I get a SQUEEEE! and also a W00T? Lovely Faws emailed me last night to see if I would be interested in going, and my response was, shall we say, positive. I crossed my fingers and told her to go for it & see if tickets were available. The result, as revealed in my email inbox this morning?

WE HAVE A BOX. A BOX AT THE ROYAL ALBERT FLIPPING HALL. You see now why I called the lady unhinged? I may have to sell a kidney to fund this momentous event but boy it will be worth it...

May. 5th, 2009 02:45 pm
ninth_wave: kate dreaming (Default)
In my experience, there are two ways to deal with an impending toddler
meltdown brought on by being cooped up on a rainy day. One is to find a
handy local toddler group and let him vent his frustrations on the
grubby Duplo; the other is to head to the corner shop and purchase the
grimmest, lardiest and decidedly laziest packet of cake mix possible.

Yesterday was a day for Option Two. Armed with one box of Betty Crocker
Devils Food Cake mix, some Scotbloc and several eggs, we got the
whizzers (i.e. the food mixer) out and created the biggest, shiniest
chocolate cake to grace my kitchen for a very long time. Of course it
tastes a bit synthetic and there is something slightly
not-quite-chocolate about Scotbloc, but my goodness I was grateful to
unwrap a hefty slice if it this lunchtime.

The homemade, virtuous wholewheat blueberry muffins can wait until I'm
feeling a bit more Proper Mummy...
ninth_wave: it is a silly place (it is a silly place)
Less than four weeks until we leave for Cornwall! We are staying in a cottage in Tintagel for a week with my best friend from school and her husband *waves at K & J*. I'm trying to compile a list of things to do; at the top is Tintagel castle, followed by Boscastle, Padstow and perhaps a walk across Bodmin Moor if the weather is kind to us.

I am somewhat dreading the journey - six hours on a train with a toddler? Everyone in the carriage is going to hate me by the time we reach Plymouth, aren't they. Oh dear. I've been advised to pack a bag full of cakes Smarties tranquillisers toys and books that Alex hasn't seen before, and periodically present him with one. Let's hope it works. At least we've booked him his own seat...

The cottage itself looks lovely and I'm very excited. I've got the week before off work (plus the following Monday) and I cannot WAIT. I've had it with pensioners, really I have. Actually that's not strictly true - the pensioners themselves are fine, it's just all the coming-up-to-retirement types who treat me like some sort of idiot skivvy, without realising that I KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT AND THEY DON'T. Seriously. Just because you read in the Daily Mail that all pensioners are going to get a million pounds/free gin for life/a second home on the Costa Del Sol doesn't make it true. And there's nothing I can do about that, sorry! 

And on that note I really ought to do something productive while Alex is asleep...

ninth_wave: kate dreaming (Default)
test...for the THIRD TIME

...Marvellous, I've managed to sort out email posting. Now I cam SPAM YOU FROM ANYWHERE.
ninth_wave: kate dreaming (Default)
Once upon a time I would have had hours to tweak and perfect a new journal - now all I want to do is eat flapjacks and pay someone to do it for me. Ah, impending middle age...


ninth_wave: kate dreaming (Default)

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