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Even More France

♥May. 30th, 2012 // 03:26 pm
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Last night, I chose a very tasty place to go for dinner, so full marks to me: Mike even declared that he'd be happy to go back there, unlike the previous two nights.

Today, we went out and about to various small towns, starting with a drive through the Petit Luberon, which the sat nav was extremely unhappy about.

When your guidebook uses the phrase "a fascinating collection of corkscrews, dating from the 17th century", it's pretty much obligatory to stop. It was quite interesting, in fact. We also stopped off at Bonnieux, where we climbed all the steps in the world to get to the top of the town. At least it was down hill on the way back.

In Apt, parking is free from 12 to 2; presumably, this is so the traffic wardens can have their lunch in peace.

After lunch, we thought we'd stop at a crystallised fruit place that we'd seen advertised, but when we got there it was quarter to two, and lunch wasn't over until two. So we drove on. Fifteen minutes later, we saw signs for another crystallised fruit place: hurrah! We pulled off the road and went into the carpark. Apparently, this lot didn't get back from lunch until half past two.... Muttering, we went off to the Lavender Museum instead, getting inside just after a coach of Dutch OAPs, whose arrival had caused the introductory video to be played in Dutch: we went into the museum, instead, and looked at various subtly different kinds of stills, and then into the shop, where I bought some fairly expensive liquid soap that I hope I don't really like, at it'll be tricky to get more. The leaflet was quite interesting and informative, though.

As the lavender museum was only a couple of miles down the road from the second fruit place, and had taken about half an hour to look around, we went back there and actually managed to do some shopping. I've got some macaroons, and Mike has some candied citrus peel; he bought two boxes, so that he could take one into the office, but has since been heard muttering to himself about alternative office presents that wouldn't mean he'd have to sacrifice his peel....

After that, we headed up to Fontaine de Vaucluse, where we pounced on the first water we could find and demanded cold liquid. Refreshed, we went up to the paper mill / museum, which was about what I expected (ie, some old equipment, a few stacks of drying paper, lots of gift shop) but not as good as it could have been (eg, demonstrations or at least explanations of the paper making process). Interestingly, they sell a huge number of differently printed sheets of paper, but I only spotted one printing press that - I *think* - would have been too small to take the largest of their paper sizes, which makes me wonder if the paper that they sell is actually made there but sent away to be printed or if they buy it in entirely.

We had to park in a different car park this evening, on account of tomorrow being market day in the one we have been using. Fortunately, Mike managed to get the last space in the second preference one, so we didn't have too far to walk back to the hotel!

(I was sad to discover that none of the huge rack of diet books on sale in the motorway service station shop was a translation of 'French Women Don't Get Fat'.)

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More France

♥May. 29th, 2012 // 04:15 pm
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Thinking that I would buy myself some nice, light, pale trousers, on account of it's bloody hot, I checked my offline copy of Wikipedia for a size conversion chart. I know women's sizing is absurd and overly variable, but how is it that Wikipedia has two tables, "Women's suits and dresses" and "Women's clothing"? One of them says I'm a 44, the other a 38. Sigh.

Things that should not be possible: I am always in the sunny side of the car. Particularly when I'm wearing black trousers.

Last night was Mike's choice for dinner, so we had Vietnamese, which I enjoyed far more than Mike did. Oops. After dinner, we happened to see the hotel guy, and descended on him begging for the interwebs to be fixed. Some confusion, a glass of wine and some olives later, it turned out that he thought he'd given us the password to the proper wifi; we have it, now. Phew.

Today, we went to Arles, where there was Roman Stuff, then to the museum of the Camargue, which was (sigh) closed (though just for lunch, at least), then to Santes Maries de le Mer, for our own lunch, then to a bird reserve (I drew the line at the 4km loop, but lots and lots of herons and egrets and flamingoes, also a coot), then - pausing only to consider another go at the museum and deciding against it on account of it was a very small building - back to the hotel.

We decided not to promenade les chevaux, even though lots of them were standing around in their walking clothes waiting for someone to do just that, on account of it being bloody hot.

I'm getting quite good at doing motorway tolls. Roundabouts, though, continue to terrify me. Is a white circle with a red A the French version of an L-plate? What does it stand for?

I haven't mentioned breakfast, I think, other than to whinge about goat's cheese. We found the hotel through Mr and Mrs Smith, and one thing that their review mentioned was that the breakfasts were good. They really are. Today, we had a basket with bread, two croissants and two pain au chocolat, three different preserves, a slice each of melon and cured ham, a nasty ol' cheese, a crem brûlée each, and the option of boiled or scrambled eggs, the latter of which were tasty yesterday. Oh, with fresh orange juice and the offer of a selection of teas or coffee. It's rather impressive.

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France

♥May. 28th, 2012 // 07:44 pm
We're in France, this week, having got the train over on Saturday.

French motorways are nice and empty, but I'm terrified by the idea that they actually need the 'no left turn' signs as you go from the slip road onto the motorway.

Also, what's going on with the pointless brown signs? Most of them are just a random picture of whatever, with no text to give you a clue about what it is, and they seem to just be plonked somewhere near the site of interest, with no consideration of being near a motorway exit or of telling you how to get there, as if to say 'yeah, there's this cool think near here but you're on the motorway so you missed being able to stop and see it. Sorry 'bout that'.... Some of them have an arrow pointing off so you know which way to look in order to see the castle you're driving past, which is nice.

Not nearly do many Schrodinger's Ponies as there would be on a sunny Saturday or Sunday or bank holiday Monday (which it is) at home. Not so many ponies generally, in fact. Lots of trees, though.

On Saturday night, we stayed in Troyes, which seemed nice enough: lots of half timbered buildings, pretty good dinner, Ibis hotel room with balcony and heavy, freely swinging bathroom doors; my little finger found the latter to be painful.

On Sunday, we went further south and now we're at La Maison sur la Sourge, near Avignon, and thankfully we're staying there for a few days: Mike's had to do a lot of driving, to get here.

The hotel is lovely, with a nice comfy bed, poor wifi and a lovely owner. Our room has a nice terrace area, which would be even nicer if any of the chairs on it were comfy.

Sunday dinner was less than average. Given that Mike didn't know the French for 'medium rare' (we thought I should go up a notch, being in France) and so asked for my steak to be rouge mais chaud, I was annoyed that it was both brown and distinctly chilly. Lovely charcuterie platter to start, though.

On Monday, we had tasty breakfast and Mike discovered that he doesn't dislike goat cheese, which seems to be big around here, by the process of not realising what it was until I went 'yuck' when I had some that he'd pronounced tasty.

After breakfast, we went over to Avignon, and visited the Papal Palace (lovely ceilings, surprisingly little Papal tat on sale) and the bridge (very careless; you'd have thought they would remember to finish it. I am apparently lacking in my French education because, although I know about the bridge through reading an article on the web about it, I don't believe I've ever actually heard the song), before getting lunch and planning the afternoon's museums.

All of which - did I mention that it was a bank holiday? - were closed.

Instead, we went to the Pont de la Tour (Romans, being far less careless, had managed to finish their bridge), looked around a bit and then, as I was wilting and somewhat concerned about the rapidly swelling and streakily red bit on my foot, acquired in Troyes, we headed back to the hotel. What is it with me and nasty bites on my feet when on holiday?

The town we're in is called L'Isle sur la Sorgue, and it is apparently the centre of the local tat antiques industry. It's probably a good job the Project House In The Country is still so far from completion or, indeed, being properly started, else the car would probably be full of pretty table linen, hessian sacks with stuff printed on them, giant wooden cotton reels and a host of other things that I've not yet spotted on market stalls as we've driven by. I'd quite like to go and actually walk through the market, but I fear it may be unsafe to do so.

(Presumably) because of the bank holiday, there's some sort of concert going on in the main town square, outside the church. This has two main effects on us: firstly, it blocked our planned route through the maze of twisty passages all different that make up the old town and secondly, I'm writing this on our balcony listening to what is either a very faithful cover band or a CD of Queen's greatest hits. Hopefully, they'll stop before bed time. Hopefully, too, the restaurants won't be too packed.

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Driving adventures....

♥May. 24th, 2012 // 05:29 pm
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This afternoon (having gone to see GB first thing, before it got too bloody hot to ride), I was off up to Loughton.

I was very brave, and drove through the evil Rotherhithe Tunnel. As I got back into the daylight, only hyperventilating slightly, a police man waved me into a side street and asked me to park up. Eep: what did I dooooo?

Turns out they were checking insurance, in a moderately clever way: they run the plates as you go into the tunnel, and then by the time you finally emerge they've got a list of which ones have no insurance. Which we were apparently on (I suspect it may be personalised-plate-related).

"Do you have insurance, madam?" Er, well, I bloody thought we did. I rooted around in the glove box, didn't find anything that looked right, called Mike to check where the paperwork was, and then apologised for not having it.

"That's ok, madam, we can run it through out system."

(At this point, I realised that Mike was probably sitting in his office muttering "Oh, god, what has she done to need the insurance documents?" and sent him a reassuring text.

"Are you in a hurry, madam? Sorry, it's taking a long time. You're third in the queue." Well, I wasn't in a hurry but I will be now... why, were you going to let me just go if I said I was? No, didn't think so. Sigh.

Eventually, someone on the other end of a walkie-talkie read off the details, and I was on my way again.

Got up to Loughton, only five minutes late for my appointment and - glory be! - there was actually a non-disabled space in the convenient car park. Odd, it has red paint lines rather than the white ones over there. Ah well: in a rush, buy ticket, dash over the road, amuse everyone in Tony and Guy by saying "Sorry I'm late, I got stopped by the police!"

An hour and a half or so later, I headed back to the car and found... a penalty notice on it. That's odd. Double checked that, yes, I had paid for two hours. Opened up the ticket. Apparently, the red lines mean that they're reserved spaces, not for pay-and-display use. Which is not entirely obvious. Drove over to one of the (naturally) huge numbers of now-free spots and went back to look at the one I was in. And, yes, there are a couple of smudged and chipped patches of yellow paint, which I hadn't noticed in the sun. If I squinted, I could just about make out that the first letter was an "R" and that the word was the right sort of length to say "Reserved". Have taken photos. Will be appealing, I think.

Crappy journey home, most of it sitting in traffic. Still, on the plus side, I didn't get stopped by the police again....

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Phew!

♥May. 24th, 2012 // 11:50 am
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Have just spoken to the lady in charge of my bit of the Big Show: the class numbers in the printed schedule are all wrong; we aren't going to have to join in with the Heavy Horses....

And relax....

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This may be a problem...

♥May. 23rd, 2012 // 07:15 pm
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When I sent in my forms for the Big Show, I checked very carefully against the list of classes on the website*, and then double checked, and then carefully wrote "Class 444" on my form.

I got my paperwork for the show last week, and today I looked at it properly to check timings. There, on my bit of paper, is the class number: 444. They'd helpfully included a copy of the actual printed show schedule, and I checked on that to make sure that the time hadn't changed, and... it appears that class 444 is now the Heavy Horses. My class has been changed to number 442.

Naturally, I noticed this after office hours were over, so I shall have to fret about it until tomorrow morning when I can phone them to go "eep".

Hopefully, when I ring them, they will be able to change it.

* The website information still says that my class is 444, which is in my favour: how was I supposed to know?

Hopefully, if they can't change it, I'll be able to get in touch with the Side Saddle Association, and we will find that all of the ladies in their historical costumes are incorrectly in the Heavy Horse class, and that will be enough leverage to get the show to change it.

But I may be buggered. Sad face.

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Conversation in Bluewater

♥May. 22nd, 2012 // 04:14 pm
[walking past one of those little free-standing shop-booth-things]
- Excuse me, Madam?
- [looks at racks of hair equipment, knows exactly why he stopped me, smiles, shakes head]
- Please? It'll just take a momement?
- Is it to do with hair care?
- No, it's not!
- Go on, then....
- Do you straighten or curl your hair?
- You know when I asked if it was about hair care...?
- This doesn't burn your hair!
- [walks off]

I may have just noticed it because I'd gone straight from the yard, but there were a lot of women in jodhpurs walking around Bluewater today. Most of them looked less grubby than I did, mind.

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Death list

♥May. 20th, 2012 // 01:47 pm
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Points to [info]nwhyte: Abdelbaset al-Megrahi

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There's a reason I don't want kids.

♥May. 15th, 2012 // 03:42 pm
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So, I have a nearly-teenaged Girl who rides GB a couple of times a week. She seems fairly sensible, and her mother used to be horsey, so no problems there.

Back in February, I asked Girl if she wanted a key to the woods (while it is possible to go out hacking nearby without one, you have to go on the road and it's a bit of a trek). Mother Said No: not until she'd got more experience. Fine by me, and I rather agreed.

The other Saturday, in between bits of wedding, I had a SMS from Girl: would it be ok if she rode GB for a second time in one day? I'm generally quite happy for her to do this, depending on how hard he's worked, and I very much appreciate that she asks me. I replied saying it should be fine, but what had she done on the first ride, had he sweated up? Oh, she'd just been out in the woods, walk and trot only.

Er, what? I thought she wasn't allowed in the woods, and said so, but said GB'd be ok to do a little bit more.

And then after I got back from the wedding, I spoke to Mother, who was furious. Apparently, the little darling had been in the woods a couple of times with Pony Club, and had taken permission to do this to mean she could also wrangle an invite to go out with one of her mates and the adult who was taking her mate. It had only happened once, both Girl and Mother were very sorry, it wouldn't happen again, etc, etc.

Today, as it happens, I spoke to the previously-wrangled-adult (who's only actually about sixteen or seventeen: the rules say that you have to have someone over fourteen in any party in the woods). And it turns out that the walk-and-trot-only was what the adult and other kid did: Girl pulled her face and got the adult to agree that, yes, ok, the two of them would continue to walk along *this* path while Girl cantered along *that* path and they would all meet up again *there* at the intersection of the two paths. Girl was not there. Adult was rather panicked and decided that it would be safest to take the other kid further through the woods to the gate, leave her there and then ride back and search for Girl's battered remains and / or GB. Fortunately, Girl was also by the gate: apparently, GB just took off with her, she couldn't stop, and he'd gone full-tilt all the way to the gate.

(Whilst in some ways this doesn't surprise me (the fear that she wouldn't be able to stop him if he decided he was going home was one of the reasons I was happy for her not to be allowed up there), I find it very hard to believe that he would willingly canter a) that far and b) down the fairly steep hills that he normally minces carefully down. Also, this was not mentioned when she told me how much work he'd done: I find it hard to believe that he didn't sweat up from that.)

Adult told her that she'd better check GB's legs carefully when she got back, on account of how cantering full pelt downhill isn't a very good idea, and they all went back to the yard. I don't know who did that checking of the legs, but I'm told that there was some concern that one of them looked 'funny' (he's shown no signs of lameness for me, thankfully, so it can only have been minor if it was there at all). What I do know is that there was also no mention of that when she asked me if she could ride him a second time.

I'm not madly concerned that she went into the woods once, but I am concerned that she didn't tell me about a possible injury, and that she lied about what she'd actually done in the woods. And, actually, it's not 'once': she mentioned in passing to the adult that she'd been there a few other times with one of the other (under-fourteen: no idea if anyone else was with them) kids (I've been out with this kid: she rides like a nutter, and I can well believe that she'd canter her young and fit horse down hills).

So, I shall have to phone Mother again, probably this evening. I'm trying to decide whether I should give them a chance to discuss it first, so that Mother has the full(er) story, but I can't decide if I should send a SMS saying "You may want to have another conversation with Girl about her hacking exploits and see if there's anything else she'd like to mention" or saying "You may want to 'fess up to your Mother about what you've actually been doing in the woods before I tell her. PS: I rather think you should know to tell me if you think there's something wrong with my horse, and not expect to be able to ride him if there is"....

(I, on the other hand, had a rather successful side saddle lesson, followed by GB getting checked by the physio, who made his back and neck go crunch in interesting ways and told me that I need to get the saddler out again.)

Edit: Hmm. Have spoken to both Mother and Child: Child promises faithfully that she just said she'd *like* to go out hacking with the other kids (which I'm not sure I believe), that it wasn't that she lost control and GB cantered all the way back, it was just that when they stopped at the meeting place he got ansty and she couldn't stop him from walking off / make him walk back towards the others (which is very believable, far more so than that he would canter all that way, in fact), and that his leg was absolutely fine.

Interestingly, Mother made some comment about how she goes up to the riding school for her lesson every Saturday: that's not what I've been hearing from idle comments on the yard. I might speak to the riding school, because if she's not on the yard, and she's not in the lesson, there's really only one place that she could be. This would tie into the fact that I've been noticing for a month or so that his boots (which he wears for hacking and jumping) have been being used. I shall keep an eye on this.

Girl is on her last chance with me now, and I've told them both so. I shall mobilise the adults to spy on her for me.

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Well, that was embarassing...

♥May. 13th, 2012 // 03:26 pm
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Last night was the @@ convention, and as usual we had a team twice the size of any of the others for the quiz: no one minds, because we always do so badly. Only we won. Oops....

Today, I went to see my beloved little shit bag, and he wasn't quite right. Not sure what's up with him, but he was very unhappy about being tacked up and, when we went out in the woods, he really wasn't really interested in anything other than plodding along in walk, even when we went for a canter on the golf course and I asked him if he wanted to go over the jumps that he likes. Not sure what's going on there, but fortunately he's having his back done on Tuesday, so I'll find out if there's actually something wrong or if he was just having a bad day. He has had a busy week (including both my usual lesson and an extra lesson with the side saddle, and a slow-but-over-two-hours-long hack on Friday), but on the other hand he had Wednesday and yesterday off, so... I dunno. Hope he's ok. Needless to say, he's not off his food, which would be really worrying.

I've just finished reading the Clarke winner. It's a bit disturbing, isn't it? [shudder]

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A wedding!

♥May. 9th, 2012 // 02:05 pm
Last weekend, we went to a wedding. It was a very fine wedding. Here are some of the things that made it so very fine:
- Doug and Julia are both fab people, and it was their wedding.
- Being the second best man, I didn't have to make a speech. As an added bonus, I got to spend the weekend winding up the first best man about the fact that he did.
- I had a suit, and it had *pockets*. The pockets generated hours of entertainment for me, because every time I'd finished telling people about this pocket that I'd just discovered, I'd find a new one to tell people about. Men's suits rock.
- Because I had a suit, I didn't have to worry about things like make-up, stockings or heels. This was also pretty fab.
- It didn't actually rain, and no one actually got frostbite during the photos.
- The hotel staff were very good at looking after everything.
- The cake had working cannons.
- Doug is very happy, now.

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April books

♥May. 2nd, 2012 // 05:43 pm
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Hull Zero Three- Greg Bear
R- The Grand Sophy- Georgette Heyer
R- The Reluctant Widow- Georgette Heyer
R- False Colours- Georgette Heyer
R- Memoirs of a Geisha- Arthur Golden
R- The Business- Iain Banks
1632- Eric Flint
1633- Eric Flint & David Webber
1634 - The Galileo Affair- Andrew Dennis & Eric Flint
1634 - The Baltic Affair- David Webber & Eric Flint
1634 - The Bavarian Crisis- Eric Flint & Virginia DeMarce
Ready Player One- Ernest Cline
Deja Dead- Kathy Reichs
Death Du Jour- Kathy Reichs
1634 - The Ram Rebellion- Virginia DeMarce & Eric Flint
1635 - The Cannon Law- Andrew Dennis & Eric Flint
Deadly Decisions- Kathy Reichs

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Traffic update apps

♥May. 1st, 2012 // 05:39 pm
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(It took me an hour and a half to get home from the yard today, on account of spending a lot of time sitting on the A2 until I'd inched forward far enough to go through the emergency vehicle gate and emerge on a housing estate, after which I sat in the traffic on Eltham High Street caused by all the people who'd done the same thing and, eventually, ended up on the A20 route home. Inevitably, I'd been contemplating the A20 route anyway as I wanted to go to the saddlery: I didn't because I was hungry and wanted to get home....)

Given that I pretty much drive the same route all the time, I rarely use the sat nav as I don't really like it. Getting it out for five minutes at the start of each journey to check traffic seems silly, especially as it's a bit elderly and (today at least - after about twenty minutes I got it out to see if I could see how far the traffic went on for) doesn't actually reliably connect to the traffic servers.

I've just downloaded the Highways Agency traffic app, but I'll have to remember to check it.

What I'd really like is an iPhone app that's similar in function to things like Tube Deluxe, which lets me select tube lines and times of day and gives me an alert when they aren't working. That way, I could just have a blanket "tell me if the A2 is borked between x and y," and go the other way when it is. Does anyone know of such an app?

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Unreasonable? Picky? Moi?

♥Apr. 30th, 2012 // 04:23 pm
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I've just got back from trying to pick up some dry cleaning. I went in, and all looked normal: lady at the till, racks of clothes, credit card reader in convenient place on the counter....

Handed over my ticket, she got my clothes down.

Got out my purse, started to get out my credit card.... "Oh, do you think you could pay cash?"

Odd, but I checked and, no, I couldn't. "Our phones are down, the card reader isn't working."

I offered a cheque. "I don't know if we take them...."

She then suggested I do an approx twenty minute round walk to the nearest cash machine* to go and get cash, instead. When I boggled and asked what the problem was with the phone, she said that the lines for the whole building been down since yesterday and would be down until at least the end of tomorrow.

* I was too annoyed to let her know that that isn't the nearest one. The nearest one is probably more like ten. Even so.

Am I being unreasonable in thinking that, actually, if you've been unable to take card payments for a day, and have another two days still to go before you can, what you actually do is find out if you can take cheques, make special temporary arrangements to do so if needed, get a manual card machine... not tell your customers that they should waste their time wandering around the place hunting for cash?

Particularly annoying as, although it's not crucial, I actually wanted the dry cleaning for tomorrow morning.

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Security questions....

♥Apr. 23rd, 2012 // 08:22 am
Apple just made me answer three out of five security questions, for my iTunes account.

I really hope that I never need them: I didn't actually know the answer to more than two of them, and it wouldn't let me put the same answer in for all of them....

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Thelma & Louise

♥Apr. 20th, 2012 // 08:41 pm
I'm watching Thelma & Louise, having recently seen it mentioned in an article, for possibly the first time ever (I remember seeing the ending before, the rest of the film is a bit of a blank to me).

This may be a generational thing, but... wow, that's a bit shit.

Are headscarves on women actually accurate for early nineties non-religious US women? Ditto for most of the first half hour.

And, yes, it passes the Bechdel Test. Because, you know, the women in it are discussing their own reactions to rape and spousal abuse. While the FBI are running after them for shooting a rapist. And Johnny Depp wanders to and fro having not-entirely-consensual sex with one of them before robbing her.

Yeah, great. I think I'd rather watch Heathers. At least it doesn't try to be appealing to the women folk. It just lets them blow things up.

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+/-

♥Apr. 20th, 2012 // 05:04 pm
Just before Easter, I got a card from the Post Office saying that I had a letter with insufficient postage. After some thought, I decided it was probably worth sticking stamps on it and seeing what it was. Today, it arrived. I'm not entirely sure why Olympus felt it necessary to send me two copies of their PR, but I do wish that they'd also used two stamps on the envelope.

Popped into Waitrose, post wedding-suit-collection, to buy some bits and pieces and some wine. As I was hanging around in the wine section looking for a member of staff I could send off to find Michael, The Wine Man, he wandered over, greeted me like an old friend and asked if there was anything I needed. He really is very good (at least, none of the wine recipients has ever complained, and he usually points out a cheaper bottle or two for us that's always good). He very subtly and politely told me that my cunning plan was crap, and sold me something much better instead.

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The big show

♥Apr. 19th, 2012 // 03:30 pm
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A few weeks ago, I got an email from the Side Saddle Association (well, you have to really, don't you?) begging for more people to enter the rather grandly named The Jane Hallett Costume Concours d’Elegance at the South Of England Show, on account of how last year they only had half a dozen people doing it and it was in danger of being cancelled.

Which sounded interesting.

I enquired a bit further (in particular, about what lines in the description like "Fancy dress is not permitted [...] competitors should produce a brief written resume of their costume for the Commentator" actually meant (historical costumes only, you can't go as a fairy or whatever, it turns out)), and thought "what the hell". As far as I can tell, it's more of an audience attraction thing than a proper showing class: it's in two parts, one where you go into a ring at the insignificant end of the show ground and ride around getting judged, then another (over an hour later: the gap is presumably designed to test your ability to be lady-like and not get horse poo and slobber all over your fancy frock) where you go into the main ring and ride around showing off your frock before they announce the winners.

(I'm still bemused by the fact that, in the first part of the class, "competitors [...] may be asked to give a short display in small groups," though: normally, you do a short display on your own. If you're in a group, who decides what you're going to do next? Do you get together in the Green Room and plan it? If so, how do you know who you're going to be in a group with? Although I've been working on the assumption that they'll just ask people they're planning on giving rosettes to to do this, and so I needn't concern myself, I should probably make more of an effort to find an answer before the show, shouldn't I?)

So, yes, there we go: on the 7th of June, I'm off to the South of England show, with my faux-Georgian faux-military blue riding outfit, and my pony, and a mountain of stuff and helpers. Things to do before the show include:
- figuring out how to get on the horse in at least the underskirt of my outfit, because I haven't got a bloody clue how to do it (I normally mount astride and then swing my leg over, which seems likely to lead to tangling with anything more than an apron on) other than knowing that it traditionally requires a Big Strong Man to give you a leg-up
- riding in at least the underskirt of my outfit to make sure GB doesn't bother about it (I can't imagine he will)
- hoping that the previous thing will show that the skirt is long enough for me to just wear my normal boots under it
- buying a brown bridle
- deciding if I'm going to be Authentic (wear the natty, feather-trimmed tricorn hat that came with the outfit) or Safe (wear my riding hat. Possibly with, say, a blue ribbon tied around it)
- oh, and, er, getting less crap at riding side saddle.

This should be interesting. To the best of my knowledge, neither of us has ever been in a show before, other than me leading a pony in-hand once.

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Achy

♥Apr. 19th, 2012 // 03:09 pm
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I've been a bit slack about riding, lately: not going up as often as I should, and spending too much time pootling in the woods instead of doing proper schooling work. (The Plan: one lesson, one side saddle schooling, one cross saddle schooling, one hack. The Reality, for the last month or so: one lesson, one hack, one more hack.)

That meant that, when I had my side saddle lesson on Tuesday, I'd not actually used the side saddle since my previous side saddle lesson a fortnight before. And then my instructor seems to have decided that I need to get on with doing more than just pootling around working on my position for the big show*, so she seems to have worked me harder than usual.

But I really don't think I deserved to wake up on Wednesday morning feeling like I'd been thoroughly beaten (the fact that I strained something in my arm/back trying to hold on whilst a certain little shit bag dragged me around the field on the end of a rope probably didn't help, either). But, I am trying to do better and ride more, and anyway exercise would help, so off I toddled to the yard, carefully timing my visit for the forty-five minute gap in the rain that the Met Office and Meteox both agreed was going to happen, and everyone laughed at me for believing the weather forecast and then gave me a funny look when it stopped raining and the sun came out for half an hour before the rain returned. And we had a good schooling session, but gosh did I ache when I got off, and even more so when I got home and tried to get out of the car and walk up the stairs....

So it was that, this morning, I still felt like I'd been thoroughly beaten, but I thought I would be good again, so off I toddled to Pilates, because exercise would help, and the instructor 'helpfully' threw in some exercises to stretch out my aching muscles, and then I went to the yard thinking I'd ride. But the school was busy, and the woods would be muddy, and anyway the heavens opened about ten minutes after I'd decided to be slack and just put GB back in the field to replace his layer of mud, so it was probably the right decision to come home and sit on the sofa, wondering just who it is that keeps beating me up while I sleep every night.

(If it weren't for the fact that I feel otherwise utterly fine, I'd say that I must be coming down with something. But I feel fine. It's very odd.)

(Grr. When I started working, I made my loan swap her day from Thursday to Monday, which was much less convenient for her mother. I asked her last week if she wanted to change back, and she said she did, so today I swapped my Pilates class to Wednesday. I just sent her a sms asking if she wanted to swap back from next week or the week after, and she's replied "well, my mum wondered if I could just keep Monday?" Grr. Particularly coming, as this does from the incident at weekend when I got dragged into the middle of the two of them having a mother vs teenaged daughter bitch fight.)

* I don't think I mentioned the big show. I should do a post about that.

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Oh, right, yeah, you have to actually make updates, I remember.

♥Apr. 17th, 2012 // 06:55 pm
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Things that have been happening:
- Appendix appears to have decided to shut up and behave itself. This is good.
- Leg is still numb. Riding side saddle today made it neither worse nor better, so I'm going to declare it to be ok to carry on riding!
- I'm becoming increasingly concerned and annoyed with the place I took a shirt into to get it taken in (for The Wedding): the woman must have had it for a month, now, and is *still* being vague, slow, overworked and taking at least a week between communication. Hopefully, this is going to stop soon: the last fitting seemed pretty much done, to me, and I've told her I absolutely have to have it by Friday. On the other hand, I told her that last Wednesday, at which time she said she'd do some work and want me to come in today for the honest, promise, last fitting. When what she actually did was phone me this morning to say that she'd been really busy and it would have to be tomorrow. Sigh.
- [info]erikvolson came to see me! Yay!
- There was an Eastercon. I seem to have done even worse than usual in the not managing to actually speak to people stakes, which I put down to a) lack of proper bar and b) being busy on both Saturday and Sunday evenings. On the plus side, although I was moderately busy with it, manning the Chicon table wasn't exactly a busy and stressful thing to be doing. The Hugo nomination reception seemed to go ok, even if Costco failed me on the cake front.
- I went to Sheffield, where it is really bloody cold. And not terribly organised [g]. Still, at least we mostly managed to dodge the rain. Interminable train journey, on a Sunday, though. Mike has deeply suspect plans for split site Eastercons.

[info]vgrumpybastard continues his delightful mix of charming sweeties and vicious bastard. I must confess that he seems to be leaning a little more than usual towards the latter, lately. I have had complaints mutterings about his behaviour when he's being mucked out, for example, although in his defence on that day T's Mum had unilaterally decided to tell the staff not to turn him out, because it was *raining* (oh, poor didums... also, he has a bloody mountain of rugs to choose from! Also also, not made of sugar!), so I'm not surprised he was pissed off; I have had words, but I suspect it may be a duck's back situation.

I think he may be a little bored. I've not been schooling him as much as I like, frankly, quite apart from the fact that I've not been riding him as much as I'd like. Must do better. Quite convenient, this quitting one's job thing, then.

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Belated books

♥Apr. 10th, 2012 // 03:55 pm
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March books: )

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Ouch

♥Apr. 3rd, 2012 // 05:16 pm
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So, I booked an appointment with the GP for Monday evening, mostly for a prescription refill but also because I wanted to check that there was nothing I could/should so about the trapped nerve in my leg.

And, as it happened, I was sitting on the sofa on Sunday evening when I got hit by stomach pain. "Damn," I thought, "where did I accidentally eat large amounts of dairy?" And then I sat and waited for the next stage in the process, which involves running to the loo and which never came. And, pain, ow, more pain. Went to bed. Woke up. Emailed in sick. Sat on the sofa, wishing I felt well enough to at least do a little light tidying. Hobbled to the GP surgery.

At the surgery, a Nice Young Man came over and said he was a third year medic and could he see me first, which was fine by me. He had a jolly old time poking my leg, eventually deciding that it was, indeed, mostly numb in the patch where I'd said it was mostly numb, and that ("could you walk across the room on tip-toe, please?") it wasn't actually causing me any problems other than being a little disconcerting, and so concluding that while it might suddenly get better when the bruise on my knee goes down it probably would take six months or so for the nerve to re-grow (hey ho: as I pointed out, at least my rib is better!).

After that, he poked my tummy a bit, and took my temperature (which was normal, so it's not appendicitis), and asked if I would mind terribly having a urine test, and then he went and got the proper doctor, who tutted at my leg and told me to be more careful and then had a much harder poke at my tummy before sending me off to wee in a bottle.

Wee ruled out an ectopic pregnancy or infection, so the doctor concluded that my appendix was grumbling and that I should go straight to the hospital if I developed a fever or if the pain got worse. So I suppose that's alright, then.

Today, I felt a bit better again, but not well enough to ride*: I gave someone else my lesson (well, it was paid for and I wouldn't have got a refund!) and then fussed GB for a bit until the horse dentist arrived to check him over. Teeth are mostly ok, but he did note that a) the old vet did a much better job of smoothing out one side of his mouth than the other when she had a go, and b) that his upper teeth were twice the length of the lowers, which he would probably do work to correct in a young horse but wasn't inclined to fuss about at GB's age given that he's demonstrably not having trouble eating. Considering that he's had his teeth done once in the last decade, and possibly not much before that, GB's behaviour and teeth were more than good enough, which is a relief.

I may have had a small shopping accident with a side saddle habit. I may, based on the lovely photos that a nice lady emailed me of costumes she's about to sell, be about to have another one. My heart says "Get the cream satin Victorian outfit," my head says "Hello, you have a horse. He slobbers when he checks your pockets for food and gets black hair everywhere," and my husband says "I think that the royal blue Georgian one would suit you best," which is odd as I don't think he's ever seen me in blue, as I very rarely wear it. I shall give him the benefit of the doubt, probably. It almost might be piratical, as well, which could be handy.

* Conversation with Mother: "Well, I can see you might not go to work if you had an excuse, but... gosh, you must be feeling under the weather!"

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I'm very worried about the weather....

♥Mar. 30th, 2012 // 03:44 pm
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... if it's going to be hot over Easter, I may have to re-think my planned outfit for the Hugo reception!

(Speaking of which, I need to get a box of fliers to Eastercon on the Thursday, and won't be arriving myself until the Friday: I don't suppose anyone would be able to take them? I'll have them on Tuesday, I expect: they're being couriered and it looks like they'll arrive on Monday, so I'll be having a Driving Adventure to go to the depot in Dartford on Tuesday after I've ridden.)

But it is quite nice, there being a drought and all. The woods, where I've been riding loads lately for one reason or another, are drying out nicely, so that GB isn't having to pick his way through mud, and it's all very nice. I even went out there with the side saddle on Sunday, but I don't think I'll be repeating the experiment often: I was incredibly achy for my side saddle lesson on Tuesday, and I have a patch of skin on my right leg that's been vaguely numb ever since. Plus, GB found it very hard work, as I couldn't get my weight off his back on the hills, and he's now got a bit of a rub from the girth.

(I didn't go in the woods today. I was feeling guilty about not having practised anything I'd been doing in my lessons for the last couple of weeks, so I was a good girl and went in the school to give us both a proper work out. And then I succumbed to peer pressure and did a few jumps to give him a change. He likes his jumps, does my little shit bag.)

Yesterday, I got the sewing machine out for the first time in ages and made a mock-up of a side saddle apron. I think it's probably doable for me to make a proper one, so I'll have a look for some fabric and give it a go, after I've sat on the horse in the mock-up to check the fit on the legs.

Work is almost unbearably tedious and dull. I may give up.

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Costco

♥Mar. 22nd, 2012 // 10:13 pm
This may not be necessary, but just in case: does anyone have a UK Costco card I could borrow shortly before / during Eastercon?

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Riding

♥Mar. 20th, 2012 // 02:53 pm
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The lesson was Obviously Doomed...

... I woke up feeling blergy, presumably with the same thing that's had Mike getting the tube rather than walking to work....

... I realised that GB had broken all my nice whips, so I had to dig out the one that I don't like (it hasn't got a knob on the end, so I randomly drop it at inconvenient times if I'm not constantly paying attention to it)...

... my instructor still hadn't turned up by ten past...

... and when she did, she had her horse with her. "Are you here for me? Bloody office! This is the second time today I've tacked my horse up to ride!"...

... and then about ten minutes later someone else had a nasty fall and spent the rest of my lesson sitting on the floor in the middle of the arena, while various first aid and ambulance types went too and fro and we rode very sedately at the far end of the space...

... but, for all that, we did really well. My position was better than usual, so GB was having a very nice trot on him and periodically dropping into an outline, and it was just generally very positive. Phew.

My homework is to try to get that combination of me and him again, and to work on right-handed half circles. So, you know, no chance.

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Double oops....

♥Mar. 19th, 2012 // 10:14 pm
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On Saturday, on the way up to Cambridge, we took a small detour. I'd read a blog post about a place called the Sandon Saddlery, something of a cross between a tack shop and a junk shop, that bemoaned the fact that all of the second had side saddle clothes were either incredibly tatty or had a 28" waist, so I rather had to go and have a look.

And, oopsie, I came away from it with a side saddle jacket and apron, for about half what I'd pay on eBay.

And then on Sunday we went down to the yard, and I tried them out.

And, double oopsie, the apron is too short. Sigh. On the plus side, they weren't on sale as a matched set, the saddlery has a seven-day return policy, and Mike's back up in that neck of the woods this Saturday. I'll keep the jacket, though, as it strikes me as being a lot easier to make an apron than a jacket. Plus, I know know what measurements I actually need from an apron for it to fit me.

And, even given that it was too short, it did look pretty! At least, it did if you skip over the pictures that Mike took of me mounting astride, getting my leg tangled up in the apron as I moved it over, fishing the apron out from between my legs and under my bum, and so on....





(The hem of the apron should be a hand's width or so above the lower-down ankle, so it is much too short. And, yes, my right shoulder is too far forwards. Sigh. I seem to be only able to get the position Just Right for short bursts of time, and even then only when my instructor is constantly correcting me. On the plus side, I do have a very easy way of telling if I'm right, because GB drops down into an outline for me. I think I managed that once, for about three strides, on Sunday.... No, I'm not going to start riding in a bowler hat. And it was much too early in the day for a topper.)

Also on Sunday, I saw a gorgeous outfit on eBay:

It was only £75, too. But Mike pointed out that I really wouldn't have many opportunities to wear it....

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Eye test

♥Mar. 19th, 2012 // 06:39 pm
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R: -0.5, -2.0, 25
L: -0.5, -2.75, 155

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Pinterest

♥Mar. 18th, 2012 // 03:50 pm
(Let's see if this is quicker than waiting for them to send me an invite....)

Anyone got a Pinterest invite I can have?

Edit: Or I could just wait until Mike wakes up and then see if he has an account from which to invite me. That works, too....

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Opticians

♥Mar. 15th, 2012 // 03:59 pm
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Does anyone have anything particularly good / bad to say about Boots opticians?

I've always used D&A, which have now been bought by Boots. I'm not going to use my local branch, whatever it's now called, as they messed up my last pair of glasses, and the branch that I went to to get them sorted out isn't there any more as it was too close to a big Boots.

Alternatively, does anyone have anything particularly good to say about any of the other chains, particularly for non-straightforward prescriptions?

(Today, we went for a ride in the woods, and it was lovely and sunny. This contrasted with my journey to pilates, before which I had to send Mike an sms asking if I needed to use the fog lights, and if so how....)

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Yuck

♥Mar. 12th, 2012 // 06:55 pm
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Bloody hell, Sage is a pile of shite, isn't it? It's horribly put together. Yuck, yuck, yuck.

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Things I have done

♥Mar. 11th, 2012 // 08:59 am
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We went to see My Life Story last weekend, in the end. It was, as ever, a cracking gig, but after half an hour of hanging around and being moved from one sanitised part of the venue to another, we gave up on staying for the after-gig-gig and came home. Still, worth going. I just wish the Astoria was still going!

I finally got something to do at work. This made work better. I am now no longer on the verge of walking out, instead I'm just quietly waiting for it to go belly up.

My friend Toni brought her horses to the same yard as me. This is generally good, as it's nice having her there, but I fear it may get a little wearing having her mum there all the time. On the very much plus side, Mike likes riding one of them very much, and did so today: I suspect he'll be riding her a lot, which is good for him.

I, on the other hand, have been riding GB, as ever. I had a good but hard work lesson, I took him out for a nice ride in the woods (in which we slightly-illegally scooted out of the woods and into some land owned by a farmer; GB immediately perked up and started strolling along at a cracking pace. He is much happier out in the open than in the woods, bless him. I need to figure out other open places I can take him), and I got the side saddle out for a ride (hadn't been on it in weeks, and I have a lesson with it next week! Bum hurts, now, worryingly only on one side, so I must have been wonky), and today we had a good session in the arena, with -- as he obviously was dying to have a go - a couple of little jumps at the end.

On Thursday, I did pilates (still enjoying it; much better now I'm in the right class!), rode, and then we went to see Comedy Of Errors at the National: very good performance, with the slight niggle that the guy playing the Duke, who was obviously trying to be Gene Hunt, didn't manage to pull it off.

On Friday, I was walking out on the way to an early dinner with Erik when - horrors! - I saw a girl throwing stones into the dock. As I got closer, I saw that she was throwing them at the swans! As I got closer still I saw that she was throwing them at the just-starting-to-breed pair, who'd managed to pen a year-old cygnet behind one of the emergency escape ladders at the side of the dock, where it had wedged its wing between two of the rungs and thus made itself a very easy target for being beaten up. A couple of quick phone calls, and the swan rescue van was on its way, with me and the girl under instructions to try and keep the adults clear and try and stop the cygnet from pulling itself free. We managed the first but sadly not the second, and of course as soon as it was free again the adults decided it was back to being a threat and started after it again. My long scarf made quite a good swan repellent, as did a small group of schoolgirls who stopped to watch the drama. Eventually, after being stuck behind a broken-down car in the tunnel, the swan man drove up and came out of his van with a telescoping pole with a U-shaped hook on the end, which he got around the cygnet's neck (it was cowering under the bridge, shivering, by this point) and used to lift it straight out of the water by the head, much to my surprise. He got it sitting down, told us to hold its wings against its body, and dashed off to get a duffel bag, into which he strapped the rather bemused cygnet before carrying it off, with its head poking out of the top of the bag, to taking it to the sanctuary. I really should have taken pictures. (On the plus side: it does look like we might get cygnets of our own this year, for the first time in a while!)

So, I was rather late for dinner, but I did have the best excuse ever, followed by very tasty food (other than the pudding: we went for tapas, and I quite fancied a Creme Catalan for pudding, but it was utterly over blow-torched and was completely liquid when it arrived. I sent it back and was informed that the chef said it was supposed to be like that: er, no) .

On Saturday, we ate even more tasty food, and saw a traveller from afar, in Reading, and then today we went to the yard, decided we couldn't really be bothered to trek out to Hammersmith for the Douglas Adams thing, and went to Bluewater instead (shopping list: new riding bras, shoes for wedding, wool, new Soda Stream gas thing. Items bought: wool, Soda Stream thing, baking trays, trousers, on-sale thermal tops, an entire new set of cutlery. Oops. Does anyone want some cutlery? Knives, spoons and forks, twelve of each except there are only eight forks and the range is discontinued, which is why we needed a new set....). After Bluewater, we had a little drive around Kent looking at possible places to live (I've decided that I don't want to move GB again, so if we move while he's still around then it will have to be somewhere out that way. As Mike points out, this means that our choice of place to retire to is being fixed by my refusal to drive through the Rotherhithe Tunnel...); there are some nice little towns out there, though, and it's good for the M25, and there's topography, so....

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Best excuse ever?

♥Mar. 9th, 2012 // 09:29 pm
"Hello, I'm calling to arrange the second fitting for your suit..."
"I'm sorry, I can't talk right now, I'm busy rescuing a swan."


(I was also an hour late for dinner. Still, Best. Excuse. Ever!)

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When did that happen...?

♥Mar. 3rd, 2012 // 04:27 pm
Apparently, I've become Old without noticing.

We have tickets to see My Life Story tonight. No, not even that: we have extra special tickets to see MLS tonight, where we get special "free" stuff (wot we paid for with the extra special ticket price) and a post-gig-gig-and-party.

But it's in pigging Shep's Bush. And they aren't on stage until nine. And I really feel that we aren't actually going to end up going. Does anyone want them?

Also, Yellow Warning of snow tomorrow. Is Not On. May have to ring The Girl and tell her to get GB's thick rugs back out in case they're needed. Sigh.

Still, lovely lunch with [personal profile] fjm and E. Mike made the tasty foods. He's good like that.

Edit: and, bah, Mike's gone for a (preparatory, pre-gig, oh god do we have to stay up that late) nap without psychically realising that I was ten pages from the end of my ebook, and the next one in the series isn't on the catalogue, and I can't find his kindle his kindle is by the bed from when he was reading last night, so I can't go and see if he's go it and just not uploaded it... bah. My life? It is hard. Hard, I tell you.

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February books

♥Mar. 3rd, 2012 // 11:19 am
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here )

Pilates on Thursday was much better than the previous week, now I'm in my proper class: I'm still a bit achy today, so it must be doing something right! Also on Thursday, GB and I went out for a nice gallop on the golf course, much to the surprise of the two old men having a mid-game wee in the bushes by the side of the bridle path....

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Pony pictures!

♥Feb. 24th, 2012 // 02:17 pm
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NB: not all pictures contain ponies. )

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Healthy exercise!

♥Feb. 23rd, 2012 // 02:50 pm
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It's a lovely day! Such a lovely day, in fact, that I thought I'd see if I could entice GB out to the woods, rather than stay in the field, even though I didn't really have time for a long ride.

We did reasonably well, other than having to pause for five minutes at the point where the route goes from being "we might just be going to have a lesson" to being "nope, we're definitely going into the woods", but he was reasonably ok. I did have to actually give him a proper smack at one point*, but we managed ok. We were only in the woods for about half an hour, but we had a few nice canters, and he did enjoy it once he was out there, other than the muddy bits. I was going to take him over the short, steep hill-with-jump that he likes, but went we rode past the top of it on the way there, I saw that someone has added to the jump (a pile of loose branches in a dip, easy to swerve safely around and anyway likely to fall apart if something goes wrong): there's now an entire (admittedly fairly slender) tree entirely over the path, about a foot off the ground. Er, no, I think I'll pass on that. Bah.

* I hit my horse all the time with the whip. 90% of the time, it's a tiny tap of the order of tapping someone on the shoulder: he can barely feel it. 9.999999% of the time, it's something that would make a person go "ow!" and for him is like, well, being tapped on the shoulder and told "oi!". The rest of the time is like today. Then, of course, there are the times when I hit him with my hand. That's mostly when he's just tried to bite me, though, so....

It's such a lovely day that I almost put him back in the field without his rug on, but I was in a rush and I didn't have time to canvas opinion around the yard. I need to get on with getting him a non-stuffed waterproof rug for dreary summer days, as it would have been ideal for today as well. Ah well.

Why was I in a rush? I had a slightly-inconveniently-times pilates class. I was a little worried about this: I hadn't realised, when they booked me onto it as a fill-in until I can join the one I wanted to be on, that it was "mixed ability" rather than "beginner". Their website says that you have to do a beginner or intermediate class for six months before you join a mixed ability one, which was slightly concerning. Also concerning was the instructor (not the one I had my assessment with) saying "you've done lots of pilates before, yes?" when I arrived and wasn't on her list. More relaxing was the instructor saying "oh, yes, I heard about you" when I said I'd just had my assessment, and the sight of the rest of the people in the class: mostly over fifty, by the looks of things, other than a couple of people who were just generally unfit looking for other reasons.

(To be fair, this isn't that surprising for a class at noon on a week day! I shall be a little concerned if this is the sort of level of the beginner class I'm actually going to be doing, though. I know it's not competitive, but that kind of thing does affect the level of the exercises generally. The class was much less hard work than my assessment was!)

Anyway, class went well. Other than showing me what I was actually supposed to be doing in a couple of unfamiliar exercises, she seemed happy with what I was doing. We'll see how it goes, and in particular whether the traffic will actually let me get there for the class I'm signed up for!

(Bah: I was supposed to be going out for booze'n'tapas this evening, but I've been cancelled on! I suppose I'll have to spend the evening with my beloved husband instead.)

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I think I'll be stiff tomorrow....

♥Feb. 21st, 2012 // 03:35 pm
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I went riding this morning, but only for half an hour or so: GB was, whilst willing, not seeing terribly able. No energy and he was rather stiff at first. I suspect that this may have had something to do with his 'flu jab yesterday! So, it was probably a good thing that my riding instructor was on holiday this week!

It was probably also a good thing that I didn't ride for too long given that I had an assessment session at a proper pilates place at lunch time. My rib is making itself known, now, and, yes, I suspect I'll be stiff tomorrow. Still, it seemed to go ok: it probably helps that I'm generally pretty fit at the moment. It's the same place as my riding instructor goes, and I had to smile a few times as I thought "I've heard that description before...". So, signed up for regular classes there, see how it goes!

(Work yesterday went better than I'd feared. I will be getting my own way about fixing things, or at least that's what I've been told. Of course, this would be easier if I had a computer, so that I could install the accounts software, so that I could take over from the bookkeeper and start fixing things....)

I need a Healthy Exercise icon. Hmm.

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We're baaaack!

♥Feb. 12th, 2012 // 12:27 pm
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And it's bloody cold here, still. Brrr. Went to see [info]vgrumpybastard this morning, didn't dare take him above a slow trot even with his boots on (although I am impressed that the chap who does that sort of thing has managed to keep the uncovers outdoor school as well as he has: the middle's fairly solid, but the track's pretty fine).

Holiday was good, if not perfect. Mike has pictures. Including me in a bikini.

Things we did on holiday:
- twilight / moonlight horse riding in the desert - sand dunes are really bloody steep. I wouldn't have wanted to do it if I couldn't ride! We were an experiment to see if they can do it regularly, to which the answer is probably "yes, if they pick their nights right": we were the night of the full moon, and it was fine, but they had also thought they could do the two nights after, when the moon was probably rising too late.
- sunset camel ride, also in the desert - less actual riding involved, as there was a nice man with a lead rope at all times. Interesting, but much less smooth than a horse. The whole getting on and off bit was kind of scary, too)
- evening 'party' in a desert tent, with free camel rides (which we passed on: see previous), henna painting (which we also passed on, because it kind of hangs around and I have important meetings next week) and belly dancer (which we couldn't really pass on, as she was right in front of us, jiggling away) - faintly embarrassing, tbh. We knew about it because it was after our camel ride / watching the sunset on a sand dune, and the camel guide mentioned it. For quite a while, we thought we were the only people who knew about it, but fortunately another six people came along, so we could make our escape to dinner with minimal fuss. (Actually, there were some other people there. We're fairly sure that they were senior management, possibly newly in-post, having a look to see how things were going, which meant it was a shame that they didn't bother to speak to the guests and find out....)
- trip to Dubai - really bad traffic, moderately interesting museum, very little else to do except go shopping and sit in traffic jams. We did have a walk in an astonishingly grass-covered park, and went to a moderately fun aquarium in a shopping mall. There's a really big sky scraper. Did I mention the traffic?
- visits to the spa - quite good, and I thought it was a nice touch that the rooms were all on sensors, so they went from standby into full working mode when you went in, and then cooled back down an appropriate time period later when it was time to move on.
- eating lots of food, much of it very nice and almost all of it pretty good.
- lounging around on the sun lounger (when it was in the shade) or on the sofa (when the sun was on the patio) or in the pool.
- pointing at passing gazelles, and feeding sparrow-like birdies.

Seeing camels eating out of a dumpster is bizarre. Apparently, lots of wild camels die because they eat plastic whilst doing this. There is rubbish, much of it plastic, everywhere in the open desert.

So, yes: very nice trip. I'm glad we went to Dubai, but feel no inclination at all to go back. The hotel wasn't, I think, quite as good as the Banyan Tree we went to for our honeymoon, but I think we might well go back there. There was nothing really bad about it, but there were lots of little niggly things:
- Sometimes, you went into the restaurant and got shown to a laid table, brought a basket of bread, and given menus for food and drinks. Other times, you got a knife, fork and food menu and that was it until they snatched your plate away mid-final-chew.
- At that level of hotel, and given (I checked) that smoking was permitted on the patios, I would have expected there to be an ashtray. If there wasn't, I would have expected one to arrive as soon as housekeeping cleared away the first empty water bottle with cigarette ends in it. Similarly, I was once caught out without my portable ashtray, having to go through a door without an ashtray by it (tsk, in itself). I, slightly apologetically, put the cigarette out and then carefully put the but on top of a nearby speaker mounting, where it stayed for two days before blowing off and lying on the floor for the rest of the stay.
- Only one place to get lunch, and only two places to get dinner: you'd have thought that the bar would at least do a light meal menu, so that you could have a change of scene.
- There was (we found out because we happened to go to the Activity Centre after our horse ride) a schedule of free daily activities (feeding the gazelles by the waterhole, exercising the falcons, and so on). There were also other things, like the above-mentioned party, that were happening but weren't on that list. What there wasn't was, for example, a daily newsletter popped into your letterbox to let you know of these things, so it's hardly surprising that no one knew about the party. (A couple of days later, we heard music from our patio: another party? Who knows... Could we be bothered to walk over and check? Meh....)
- Reception staff with really varied levels of English (and, given that many of them were Thai, presumably even worse levels of Arabic), which meant, at worst, that bookings were made incorrectly (our driver for the Dubai trip turned up a day early) or incompletely (apparently, our camel-ride-with-sunset-drink came with a choice of drinks. As it was, the fizz was fine, but presumably not for everyone!) and, at best, that their first response to any query was to ask for your room number and frantically read the details on-screen in an attempt to figure out what you were talking about.
- No drinking water in the spa. Eleventy. There was a bottle in your locker when you arrived, but obviously you're not going to carry it around with you!
- After the camel ride, when we were sitting on our cushions on the sand dune, drinking our fizz, the nice man who'd poured it snapped some photos of us. "Ah," we thought, "There'll be a proof sheet and outrageous price list coming our way!" But there wasn't. Nothing. No mention made of them again....

We were very amused on the night when we ordered wine that came with a cork, though. First, they had to find the corkscrew and have a whispered debate about who was going to use it, and then the chap who won (or, possibly, lost) the argument came over and went through all the motions he'd obviously had demonstrated, before taking the wine away again and going into a huddle with his colleagues. About five minutes later, we heard a triumphant 'pop', and had to resist applauding. The waiter was so excited that he started pouring for me before he realised we hadn't tasted it, but he did manage to bring us the cork on a side plate. Bless. The poor stable boy who'd been informed that he was serving our fizz after the horse riding was also rather bewildered: someone had apparently told him how to do it, but I suspect it wasn't anything he'd been called on to do before!

(This posts sounds terribly whingy, but actually it's more frustrated: if the presumed-manager had come over and spoken to his guests at the 'party', then I would have just told him. As it is, I'm pondering an email, because they're almost all such little petty things that would be easy to fix and thus make people's stays so much nicer.)

Oh, and the bed kept attacking me. It was placed in such a way that you had to walk around the foot of it quite often, and the frame was made of very dark wood that stuck out some way from the end of the snowy white duvet. I have an L-shaped cut on one calf and a matching bruise on the other....

Still, home now. Flights not too bad (Emirates). We're somewhat jetlagged but, as I have to be up for a 7am flight on Wednesday, this isn't really a bad thing.

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Observations on life

♥Feb. 5th, 2012 // 06:42 pm
Yesterday, on one of my many drives over Blackheath, I was behind a car with the numberplate T411 BAN. "Cor," I thought, "I'm surprised that the owner hasn't got rid of that!" Then I notice that (yes, yes, stereotypes, ect) the driver had a large and bushy beard, and that the car was really quite new. "Cor," I thought, "I'm surprised that the DVLA allowed that one to get vanity plated!"

Today, I've just been out to the shop (it's going to be hell tomorrow if it freezes tonight. It's about an inch and a half of wet, compacted slush on the footpaths). Coming back, I passed a girl in ginormous heels and hotpants (admittedly, with thick tights under them). I suppose that she did at least have a big scarf on....

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There and back and there and...

♥Feb. 4th, 2012 // 06:20 pm
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Fairly early start today, off to the yard where I had an appointment to get GB's saddle looked at*. Thankfully, although I'm still a bit feverish/achey/rashy, I feel much better today than I did yesterday.

I got GB ready, and the time of the appointment came and went, and in the end I thought "sod it" and started riding him: as expected, this caused the saddler to appear five minutes later. Much to the relief of my bank balance, the saddler was far more optimistic than I'd thought** and, after a little poking and prodding and unscrewing bits to have a look inside, he announced that it was a newer saddle than I'd thought and so had convenient spaces where he could put extra padding inside, to thicken up the airbags. A couple of experiments and sessions watching me ride around, and the saddle now has new pads at the front and back and - considering that they're only a few millimetres thick - feels much nicer. After the second set of pads went in, I felt GB go "Ooh yes, that's better"*** and off he went with a lovely trot! £60, of which £10 was for the pads and the rest a very well spent call-out fee.

I stayed around and talked to my Loan Girl and her parents for a bit (it was actually her day, but was the only time the saddler could do) and then, slightly worried by the (admittedly very few and small) white cold things floating around in the air****, headed home. As I came off the A2, I thought "I wonder where my phone is...?" and then spent the Blackheath traffic jam rooting around in my bag and coat pockets, before concluding that it must just be in the wrong place in my bag and resolving to look for it when I got home. When I did get home, the first thing Mike said was "Loan Girl's Mum phoned, she's got your phone...."

So, off I went again, back to the yard. Sigh. On the plus side, it had fallen on the floor of the stable, with GB in there, in front of the cupboard that he knew contained a full treat ball and had been trying to get into, and yet he hadn't stood on it. Phew.

This afternoon, I have mostly been packing for Holiday (minor panic about my sunglasses, but I eventually found them in the place where they live on my fourth or fifth check) and watching Mike try to resuscitate my laptop*****.

* The change to his work levels and lifestyle were likely to mean he'd change shape, so I wanted to get it looked at anyway, but also he's been getting a slightly rubbed patch at the back of the saddle over the last month or so, and he was feeling noticeably less free in his movement in his regular saddle than in the newly-fitted side saddle.

** Last time it was looked at, the conclusion was that I'd probably get another six months or year out of it if I put an extra pad under the saddle, so I was expecting that it would have to be replaced.

*** Loan Girl arrived towards the end of the fiddling, and saw that bit: "He looks happy with that!" she said, before later (when she was riding) complaining that his trot was bouncier than usual. "Yes, dear, that's because he's actually moving forwards, which I suspect he never normally does when you're on him...."

**** This was all that there was, thankfully: I was rather worried about the prospect of driving if it arrived earlier than forecast. We're apparently due to get the snow setting in for the night Any Moment Now, according to the Twitter snow tracking, but nothing as of yet. I'm not planning on going to the yard tomorrow!

***** He's been saying "I must re-build your laptop soon" for the last six months, and in the last few weeks it's been having slightly funny turns, but it was trying to do the latest software update that did for it. It spent most of the day being de-fragged, and the second try at the update worked: phew. New laptop this year, I think.

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Bleh

♥Feb. 3rd, 2012 // 08:54 am
I ache. Even the soles of my feet ache.... I also seem to have a rash across my back. I tried to go back to sleep, but the duvet was squishing me uncomfortably. See, working is bad for your health!

I think I'm going to be a bad owner and not go to see GB today, because the thought of riding makes me want to cry. Poor pony, won't get any treats.

(I'm just glad that I did dry my hair before I went out yesterday evening: I dread to think how I'd feel if I hadn't.)

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Brrrr!

♥Feb. 2nd, 2012 // 04:12 pm
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Today, after what was probably my last yogilates class, I got out the sat nav for the first time and attempted to go and get the result of a While You Were Out card (I suspect it's my contract: who does that? Bad enough for a part time role, but what about people who work full time...?). As expected, I struggled with the whole left and right thing, but I also had more trouble than I thought I would when the woman came out with things like "in one hundred yards, turn right" rather than "take the second right". Still, I managed to get there, through the water main roadworks, and parked in a place that was probably not entirely legal but was on a private road, so [shrug], and went inside, and... no letter. Not been brought back by the postie, presumably, yet. Sigh. Drove back home again, through even more roadworks, washed hair, sat down, fixed nails (doing nails in the morning before lunchtime yogilates not a good plan), made a few phone calls, shivered, realised I had to go out again in half an hour.

Have just used my hairdrier for the first time in several years. Brr. I think I needed it. Right: laundry, dentist, pub.

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Books

♥Feb. 2nd, 2012 // 10:49 am
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Hardly read anything last month... )

Other things I've been doing include going and getting fitted for a suit, which was far less painful than trying to find a shirt....

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Shopping list

♥Jan. 26th, 2012 // 05:52 pm
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- buy new work trousers: got a couple of pairs, and a couple of pairs of non-work ones. Work-style trousers apparently pocket-free this season, bah. Forgot to buy new work shoes.
- look for pirate-themed cufflinks: managed to find the little shop I remembered, and got photos of half a dozen pairs for later consideration.
- buy a shirt that a) fits me and b) looks roughly like a men's shirt: went to all the shops on Jermyn Street, tried on the 'slim fit' shirts everywhere that offered them, sighed over gaping busts and flapping waists. Plaintively asked those places that do bespoke shirts if they'd make me one, got one place that (with some sucking of teeth) said they'd put darts in the waist of a men's shirt and charge me £200 for it. Sigh. (What I really need is a men's shirt made with Bravissimo styling, but all their shirts are too casual / girly this year and - from memory - every year.) I suspect I may have to just buy the best bust-fitting one I can and then get it taken in at the waist, but no idea how I go about finding someone to do that.
- get a new fitting for the (incredibly practical and nailvarnish-friendly) Tiffany keyring that X and Y gave me as a present for helping out at their wedding: went into the store and spoke to the nice lady at customer service, who knew exactly what I needed and then got increasingly bemused as none of the variations she brought out fitted onto my keyring. Then she weighed the keyring, and inspected the Tiffany tag, and rather apologetically informed me that it was a fake. Given that X and Y are no longer together, this is somewhat ironic. Now I need to get myself a new keyring; not sure I want to spring £100+ish for a genuine copy of the one I had, though.

I got half way home and realised that I probably should (on account of having just replaced all my bras with a Quite Different Size) have gone and bought a new bikini for upcoming holiday. Got home and tried the old ones on: indeed, the tankini and swimsuit are still ok, but the bikini's a bit dubious.

Not terribly successful, then.

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Wow, car stickers have got advanced...

♥Jan. 23rd, 2012 // 06:59 pm
The other day, our National Trust sticker fell off the windscreen.

I stuck it back up, but it was obviously trying to tell us something: today, the new one arrived.

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Ponder, ponder.

♥Jan. 23rd, 2012 // 04:37 pm
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Thinking aloud )

Conclusion is probably that I don't mind if it's Tuesday or Wednesday (except possibly in the whole not having to go two days in a row sense), that Girl will have to change her day, and that I will have to ditch Yogilates in favour of something I can get to after riding with less of a variable travel time. Hmm.

Oh, in other news, I finished Tiny Tower. Those of you who've been playing may wish to know that there are currently 19 of each business type, meaning you can do it in 153 floors. Now I need a new casual game on my iPhone: any suggestions? Good things include quick loading, not requiring a data connection all the time, not being too money grabbing and not being too obsession-making. We Rule bad, Tiny Tower good. Pocket Frogs was good, too, and I'm almost considering wiping the file and reinstalling it to start it from scratch, unless anyone has a good suggestion?

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Pony pictures!

♥Jan. 22nd, 2012 // 03:55 pm
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It wasn't entirely sunny today, but Mike took a few pictures with his phone of us with the new side saddle.

GB is definitely more comfortable and forward with it, which is good, and I think I did ok....

(Photos would, of course, be better if it wasn't slightly dull, and if the pictures weren't of a dark horse carrying a dark-clothed rider, against mostly dark-green background, as with this user pic, for example!)

Pictures! )

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Side saddle

♥Jan. 20th, 2012 // 04:59 pm
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Today, after months of trying to get hold of them, the Side Saddle Lady and her Daughter came to see me!

(They also came to see my up-the-road instructor, who was having a lesson with Daughter. I snuck in and watched, chatting occasionally to SSL*, and was insanely reassured to find that Daughter was telling my instructor off for the same things that my instructor tells me off for!)

* SSL's first words on being told by Daughter who I am were "Oh dear, you're bigger than I thought you'd be... I don't mean that rudely..." Oops. I did tell her my height and weight....

After they'd finished up the road, they came down to the yard and I took GB over to meet them, much to his bemusement ('why do I have a bridle but no rug or saddle...?') and suspicion (on account of how I was carrying the side saddle).

When they had a look at [info]clanwilliam's saddle on him, they pronounced it to be too tight over the withers, which I'd suspected and which explains why GB wasn't keen. We moved onto the ones that they'd brought with them, and after discarding the ones that had the same problem, or were just too wide, or were apparently so uncomfortable that they caused GB to take a chunk out of my arm, found a couple of possibles in the half a dozen they'd crammed into their car.

We had a go with the better of the two, and everything seemed good: I found the fixed head more comfortable than on the one I'd been using and it was much easier to sit to the trot, which I think means that GB preferred it too (with the other one, he's tended to be very fast and therefore bouncy, but he was taking it in much more of his usual slow way with this saddle: hopefully, this means that he was uncomfortable but now is ok again). I even got a few tips from Daughter about my position, which I really must try to remember!

After I got off, we had another quick look at the other possible, but SSL firmly declared that the one we'd tried was the best bet.

So, I've signed an agreement, and I have a new side saddle to try out (another Owen, as it happens, but an older one) for six months!

All I need to do is a bit of shopping: need a longer girth, and a new numnah, and... well, I suppose really I'd better have a riding habit, hadn't I...?

(Some day soon, when it is both sunny and a weekend, I will get Mike to take pictures!)

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More rib stuff

♥Jan. 20th, 2012 // 10:00 am
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Been to the GP. As expected, not much to be done for it: he thinks I probably sproinged the cartilage, rather than cracking a bone (no bruising or swelling), but had a listen and a feel and says that it all seems ok, I probably just did something to pull it a bit. Just got to live with it. Sigh.

(Still, inevitably as I was off to the GP today, last night and this morning it was a bit better than it had been... hurts now, though, from the poking.)

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Death list list

♥Jan. 18th, 2012 // 05:11 pm
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Ok, still ok for people to jump in if they like, but as of now I have lists from:
flickgc
drplokta
rose_gialle
cuboid_ursinoid
dougs
the_maenad
hano
nwhyte
ang_grrr
were_gopher
darth_tigger
nils - updated, changes made below

And who's on the lists...?Read more... )

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