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Looby Loo played laser tag at a party yesterday, against a bunch of boys, and won. Her score was 15,000 points better than the lad in second place. That's my girl. (I would, of course, have disowned her if she hadn't ~~slaughtered the lot of them and stomped on their entrails~~won in an appropriately ladylike manner.)
I'm reading the second book in a row whose cover features bloodstains and whose plot includes the murder of a cat as part of the inexorable slide into the strange and possibly horrific. Also, they both contain academics.
Ballet didn't hurt on Monday. Nor yesterday. Nor today. Looby Loo has kindly agreed that what I attempt at the barre can be classified as hemi-demi-semi-pliés. This is the only way in which she is being kind; mainly she just laughs at the mere thought of the ravens in a tutu.
Yesterday's wait for a bus on a route with buses at allegedly ten-minute intervals was half an hour. This was followed by a delay of ten minutes in the queue behind the bus which was failing to sink the rising bollards (and had to be helped through by another bus). The return journey involved a delay whilst a white van blocked Hobson Street waiting for gates to be opened. This was swiftly followed by the bus driver turning the wrong way down Jesus Lane much to the consternation of his sardined-together passengers. We went round the block and then continued in the right direction. (In total, I spent 2 1/2 hours doing the pick up from school. Citi 3: less a bus journey, more a circle of hell.)
I finally asked in the charity shop that often sells yarn if they had knitting needles too. They did, but they didn't have time to sort them. I got to rootle around and have found a few, slightly longer than currently available dpns and some very fine, short steel needles all old sizes. Also a set of sock needles. I shall go back and root around some more.
I feel as if I've acquired new computer, it's working with such improved speed and efficiency. Yes, on Monday I upgraded Opera. (I did also get round to installing the new version of Firefox today, but that's less of a stunning improvement.)

Last time Alice tried to use the supposedly "up to every 10 minutes" Park and Ride bus, after half an hour she shared a taxi with a couple who had been waiting 3/4 of an hour.
(The last time I caught a Cambridge bus was when I was still working for Shape, and it turned out it would have been quicker to walk even if the bus had turned up somewhere near its scheduled time, which it didn't. I didn't have a small child with me then though.)

To be perfectly fair, I'd have to contrast Tuesday's particularly awful combination of happenings with all the other incident-free journeys. It's generally not that bad on weekdays. I wouldn't want to rely on the services through the traffic at peak shopping times over the weekend.

LL is clearly your daughter: well done.
I have a lurking suspicion that the cat murder books may be my fault. Sorry...
No ballet pains here, either.

LL is clearly your daughter: well done.

We're now in complete disagreement as to whether shooting people to bits--her preference--is more fun than stabbing them lots--mine. But the intent's the same ;-)

I have a lurking suspicion that the cat murder books may be my fault. Sorry...

I bought "The Historian" for myself and that was the first of the pair, so it's not entirely your fault by any means. Beyond an initial sad moment, I don't object in any way to cat-killing as a useful trope.

No ballet pains here, either.
Excellent.

Looby Loo played laser tag at a party yesterday, against a bunch of boys, and won.

I expect no less of my bridesmaid to be (wonder if it is too late to design bridesmaid dress with matching gun belt? )

That's one way to deter gatecrashers.

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