Driving home

The Jagerbombs were a mistake. Not even in retrospect, even when we were drinking them In knew they were a bad idea, that the cheque wasn’t so much in the post as dispatched by an express courier and awaiting my signature when I got to my bed. And so it was: I woke at 6, heart pounding and feeling like I was about to die. This wasn’t really the best preparation for the drive home today. Continue reading “Driving home”

Natural History and Unnatural Fear

We took the girls to South Kensington today to visit a museum. I’d have liked to have gone to the V&A, but a collection of priceless ceramics is not the best place for two small girls who want to run and jump as much as they can. The Science Museum is the furthest from the Tube, and the Natural History is the closest, *and* it has an earthquake room in it, so after we’d fuelled the girls up with their statutory babycinnos, off we went. Continue reading “Natural History and Unnatural Fear”

The Delirium Brief

Last night I started reading The Delirium Brief, the 8th novel in the Laundry series, and after a hundred pages I couldn’t put it down until 4 this morning, when I got to the end and could go to sleep.

Things are starting to get apocalyptic in this story of Lovecraftian doom, not-even-thinly-veiled Freudian terror, and public-private finance initiatives.
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Horniman and the Walrus again

Another year passes, another visit to the Horniman Museum and Gardens in Forest Hill, and another chance for me to hold my daughters up in front of the Walrus. I’m getting weaker or La Serpiente is getting heavier – I’m not sure if I’ll be able to manage a whole decade of this.

I’ve also noticed that my lifting posture isn’t that great – leaning way too far back and stressing my spine when I should be planted more solidly. Something to work on for next year for sure.
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Cleaning things

In Singapore the water is pretty soft, but where my parents live it’s proper hard water, filtered through chalk and full of delicious limescale. So although they only installed their new shower a few years ago, it looks like this:

Feeling a little revolted, I got a bottle of white vinegar and a plastic bag, and then put the shower head in the vinegar in the bag, and went out for three hours. This is one of the easiest ways to clean things I’ve discovered.
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