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Dec. 1st, 2008 11:18 pmCute Plumber was summoned and lo, the boiler did work in His presence! Then he left, and it stopped. *sigh* Came back, it worked again. I reckon that's as good a reason as any to lock him up in my bedroom, right? (This may be the oestrogen spike talking, or the realisation that in exactly one week I will have been single for Ten Years. Blips aside. *waves at blips*) Boiler looks like it needs to be replaced. Because there's just not enough going on at the moment.
Our house is very, very rarely empty. It's weird knowing that there's just the dog here during the day at the minute. Downside is there's no-one here during the day to let Cute Plumbers in, or take deliveries of school books for me. Stables! I want my Stables! It's sitting in the sorting office and I am not in Drogheda during the day. Middle sister has been given delivery note thing to collect it for me tomorrow, so I get to play with my new book on Wednesday, but I want it now! I want my new toy!
Was reading The midwife's Tale on the bus on the way home, an oral history of midwifery pre-NHS. Oh, but some of the stories made me teary.
And another thing, could college please stop having guest lecturers come in and give classes on everything I've been considering doing my dissertation on? Was considering something to do with the history of contraception and abortion referenda in Catlick Oireland until today. So far the only thing that hasn't been covered that I've been considering is the rationale for a foetal anomaly scan in a country where you can't do anything about abnormalities, even those that are incompatible with life. Which is more of a brief note than a dissertation. More sighing.
Our house is very, very rarely empty. It's weird knowing that there's just the dog here during the day at the minute. Downside is there's no-one here during the day to let Cute Plumbers in, or take deliveries of school books for me. Stables! I want my Stables! It's sitting in the sorting office and I am not in Drogheda during the day. Middle sister has been given delivery note thing to collect it for me tomorrow, so I get to play with my new book on Wednesday, but I want it now! I want my new toy!
Was reading The midwife's Tale on the bus on the way home, an oral history of midwifery pre-NHS. Oh, but some of the stories made me teary.
And another thing, could college please stop having guest lecturers come in and give classes on everything I've been considering doing my dissertation on? Was considering something to do with the history of contraception and abortion referenda in Catlick Oireland until today. So far the only thing that hasn't been covered that I've been considering is the rationale for a foetal anomaly scan in a country where you can't do anything about abnormalities, even those that are incompatible with life. Which is more of a brief note than a dissertation. More sighing.
