So, July

[muninnhuginn]

Where's it going?!

I'm going to note down what's been happening before I forget.

Quick nod in the direction of what would have been my mother's 67th birthday. Late present winged off for my brother's 37th. Both incomprehensibly big numbers.

A passing ear on the experience that was the combined choirs of St John's and King's singing Evensong last week (four of the--boy--choristers were ex-pupils of Looby Loo's piano teachers). A more than cursory glance at the window in King's chapel that has a picture of a window with a view through it to the outside of the painted world.

The lunacy of the current project: the suggestion from AMB being sound, but the additional complication added to its execution mad, mad, mad.

A round of applause to Looby Loo for learning to knit. And sticking at it. All I need do now is design the unicorn horn cosy (I'm trying so hard not to call it a condom, especially as LL explained--demonstrated--unicorn mating to me recently) for when she finishes the unicorn's scarf.

Much knitting of jumper.

The end of Dr Who, season 2. Not that I saw much of it crushed under the sobbing child. Whispers: can't say I'm sad to see Rose go, but don't tell Looby Loo. She's inconsolable. I kept thinking how there can't have been that much grief when Adric was really killed off. Well, not near me at any rate.

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there can't have been that much grief when Adric was really killed off

I still remember being shocked and stunned, though not crying or inconsolable, cos he was a bit of a wimp really.