Whereabouts

10 November 2009

I had a post half-planned that involved the sunflower seed head that I harvested a couple of weeks ago. And indeed I’d write the post could I just find the damn sunflower. It was on the window sill in a paper bag for ages and now it’s not there. I don’t know where it’s gone.

Similarly, I don’t know the whereabouts of that little piece of black plastic that slots into the flash horseshoe on top of my camera. I’d put it on the windowsill while using my big flash to take the photo of the plaited wreath I’d made. Anyone else think my windowsill is working against me here?

But anyway, I hope these things might turn up, or rather that Mum might find them for me, as that is what she does. Meanwhile, I have other jolly things to think about, as suddenly my whereabouts is being plotted on my calendar, here, there and überall. I’m having a massage on Wednesday, for I am very much in favour of having my back rubbed for an hour and really must make this a regular thing. Then the next day is my birthday and I will be 28, but I might just leave my age on the “About Me” page here as 26 a little bit longer. It can’t hurt. The fambly and I are going to have curry at a great local restaurant and John has bought some fireworks with which to annoy the neighbours.

Further birthday celebrations with my friends will be on Sunday the 22nd, when we go out for food and entertainment at a local music club. Suzy, The Social Butterfly of Kent, made this suggestion and in the end had to book it for me, as all I’d managed to do was book a table for four at the wrong establishment, which would have made watching the bands while we dine decidedly tricky.

Then on the Tuesday I’m off again to Salzburg, returning Friday morning. Even though there’s no point, I’m already watching the weather forecast, willing it to snow. At the minute they’re saying “Warm, with a morning shower” for that Tuesday. No! Bad weather forecasters, try again!

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go and do some weight-training to prepare for lugging my heavy rucksack through Stansted Airport. Or maybe I’ll just take a screwdriver to my laptop and see if there’s anything heavy inside it that I could take out.

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3 Responses to “Whereabouts”

annieofbluegables
10th November 2009 @ 5:44 pm

I hate when my windowsill does that to me.

Oh and Happy Birthday!The fireworks and curry sound wonderful!

Salzburg, at the drop of a hat. How dreamy.

have a great week.
~a
Thursday
11th November 2009 @ 6:08 pm

Massages are wonderful things, I haven’t had one for aeons. Have a splendid birthday. Gosh, I wish I were 28.
From not so marvellous to blooming marvellous : dreamdust
9th July 2010 @ 4:07 pm

[...] this paper bag won’t suddenly vaporise like the sunflower seed head I’d been saving did last year. Maybe the sparrows came indoors and took it? After all, they polished off the wheat before I was [...]