Wednesday, September 29, 2004

Epilogue: Such Sweet Sorrow

Both Mimmi and I woke up feeling rather sick this morning: we attributed it as being down to a combination of the previous night's pizzas, lack of sleep and hunger. After a short recuperation period, we both felt mostly alright (physically fine apart from being tired, but mentally rather anxious) and ready to make our last trip together of her stay. The train ride up was surprisingly quiet, considering it was a London train coming towards midday. We listened to Hook and Pirates of the Caribbean on the way up, which passed the time nicely. We also managed to spot both confederates and enemies of George, and either supported or conspired against them accordingly. By the time we arrived at Victoria I was feeling very heavy-hearted, and within a minute or so I'd started crying. The thing was, all I thought about was how I wanted to try and stay calm and cool so as not to make having to leave even more awkward, but it just backfired and I couldn't help myself. I'm not ashamed at all; it's just one of those things. It didn't take me long to get round, though: "I shouldn't be doing this yet: we've another hour and a half." I felt like I might have been hypoglycemic, so Mimmi suggested I buy a baguette from the shop, which I ate completely despite feeling a little bloated afterwards: if it helped me keep my composure, it would be worth it, heh. To squeeze as much as we could out of our last hour or so together, we went to a damp St James' Park, where some guy told us that we needed to pay a quid for each of the deck chairs we were sitting on. Why? Nobody knows. Maybe he's some kind of evil deck-chair fairy. Complications Because somebody had thrown themselves in front of an Underground train, the three lines we wanted to use to get to Liverpool Street were closed off >.> It would be typical that every vital train we've been planning to catch this week has had something happen to it, but other times I've caught trains they've been fine. Rrr, fate is nasty sometimes. But it wasn't that crucial, in truth. We just had to walk up and down about twenty flights of stairs and escalators to get to another station which would take us to Mimmi's point of departure. I felt bad for having to hurry Mimmi along a bit while we were there, but I get paranoid about people being late for important journeys, especially when it comes to planes. After she left (and almost got onto the wrong train- she scared me quite considerably there, heh >.>;), I made my slow way home. Except it wasn't as slow as the journey there because I found another Underground line that would take me to London Victoria quite swiftly. I arrived there with two minutes to spare before my train came in and gave myself quite a serious stitch running to make sure I got it. What confounded matters was that I felt like I was going to burst into tears any minute and that the sign at the top of the carriage was wrong: it said the entire train was going to terminate at Bognor, whereas everything else said that at least half of it was due to go to Portsmouth way. I changed trains at Barnham anyway, because the conductor of ours disappeared and I really wanted to get home. Every time I started thinking about the last few days a lump developed in my throat. I didn't want to cause a scene, so I had to really concentrate on the soundtracks I'd brought to try and distract myself. I'm doing okay now though, just ^_~ I know I should be happy that I've had such an amazing time rather than sad that it's all finished, but I can't help it. Five days might not seem an awful lot, but when you're with someone for pretty much every waking moment it adds up. And if you've known that person for even longer and know how special they are, then... I'm sure you'd understand. But what I don't understand is how it all seems so... surreal now that I look back on it. I know it happened- I have pictures, and I still remember images, sensations and feelings of various things that happened, but... she isn't here to verify them. Heh, I guess I'm just suffering from withdrawal. I'll get over it ^_~ Nevertheless, I couldn't bare the thought of being on my own tonight so I persuaded Dan to let me take him out for a drink. It's been ages since I last had a proper conversation with him. I miss too many people right now. It's not fair >.> So, here endeth the adventure. Mimmi should be at least halfway towards Sweden by now, if not even further. So expect to hear from her soon. EDIT: I had a great time with Dan- we drank, ate and played pool and had a great time talking to one another about lots of things. And also, Mimmi touched down in Sweden safely, so should hopefully be back home before 12 midnight GMT. With any luck, heh. Pictures coming up when I've registered with Photobucket ^_~ Take care. Make sure to have as many adventures as you can- you'll only regret not doing them otherwise!

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Tuesday, September 28, 2004

Act III: Here be Hitler's Moustache!

Arr, me hearties! Today we been goin' down the Portsmouth Docks te see a man abou' a ship. Arr, I say! *coughs* Do not accept pirated copies of Solo Tremaine. They are silly. At the risk of being hunted down by Azure, I'll continue a debriefing of our escapades, heh. We can settle it in our Literati match, Azure ^_~ Anyway, Mimmi and I successfully managed to get down to the Portsmouth Historic Dockyards today, where we spent much time marvelling over the pretty ships and running for cover from not-so-pretty birds. Although the weather forecast intimated that it wasn't going to rain, it was drizzling quite threateningly at the beginning of the day. Luckily, it passed and cleared up quite nicely by the end of the day. The Historic Dockyard is basically a collection of exhibits/museums/ships all based in one area which you can walk into, look around and (almost everywhere) take pictures of. Some displays are more interactive than others, and others... just aren't, heh. Actually, there isn't much to actually interact with there- the only real one we saw wasn't working, and he other was only a touch-screen monitor. Still, I'm not the one who designed the displays. That's their problem :p We took many pictures, heh ^_^ The ships there were absolutely beautiful. We'd been booked on a tour of the H.M.S. Victory, which was Lord Admiral Nelson's ship during the Batle of Trafalgar in wheneveritwas year. It's not entirely the original ship: most of it's been restored, but it was fantastic to look at and walk around in anyway. If anyone liked Master and Commander, this would certainly have interested you. We got to see every bit of the ship and it's given me lots of ideas for the Coriolis in Nazreal ^_^ I can't wait to start writing it, heh. After that we went into the Mary Rose Ship Hall, which was an air-conditioned sealed walkway around the salvaged wreckage of Henry VIII's favourite ship that sank in the channel whilst going off to face off against the French. Silly buggers didn't close he lower cannon holes while they turned >.> Anyway, it was rather stuffy in there and the windows were rather badly misted up, so you couldn't see much. They said we could come again without having to worry about ticking it off on our all-inclusive tickets, though ^_^ After a brief explosion of foodage, we went over to the H.M.S Warrior, which was the world's first iron-clad battleship that ironically for that very reason never fired a shot against anyone. That was very cool, and gave me many more ideas about Nazreal ^_____^ We still had a fair while until we needed to get back home to go out to the restaurant (which we've not done quite yet- leaving very soon, heh), so we traipsed around the Mary Rose museum and Gunwharf Quays, where many more people smoked than usual o_o; Ah well. The trainride back was... interesting, heh. I'd quite forgotten about the schools in Portsmouth letting all their students off at the same time that we'd arrived, so it was noisy and rather crowded. And late >.> But then, any UK train journey not like that is a rare occurrence indeed. Mmm, I don't want Mimmi to leave tomorrow. It's been so great having her round and I honestly can't remember whan I've felt so comfortable being myself around anyone. That's something I'll really miss. But I won't go on too much about it now, I'll only start blubbering. For now, we have to eat, heh. Good food doth come shortly ^_^ But anyway, we're still both set on coming to Anime Expo. And that will be a fantastic adventure indeed ^____^ See you soon!

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Monday, September 27, 2004

Act II: The Wrath of George!

After I updated last night, Mimmi held me at finger-point while I found some old photos of myself and my family to show her ^_^; It was very embarrassing, but quite good fun. A lot of the pictures showed the extension to our house being built, none of which I remember too well because I was in pain and plaster at the time. So it wasquite nice to look over them again, even though some of the others were pretty face-reddening ^_^; After that we went to sleep, with plans to go off to Portsmouth early the next morning. Early the next morning, when we arrive at Southbourne station to catch a train, we find that the train we were going to get had been cancelled (after we bought our bloody tickets, grr...) and went to Chichester instead. Chichester is quite a nice place, if I think about it. Since I'm so used to it I tend to take its virtues for granted and only see things that are missing in relation to other places I go to. But in terms of shops, I guess that's what the internet is for. Anyway, I showed Mimmi around while she bought presents and postcards for her family (I suddenly realised that she hadn't bought anything for herself, which seemed incredibly selfless of her. Mind you, she is on a trip, heh). We ate food and started to make our way towards Chichester Gate where we went bowling ^_____^ Mimmi won both games, but by a lesser margin than when we last faced each other, heh. She does very well at it ^_^ The Bowlplex was much much cheaper than the one in London, and it had a nicer atmosphere too. After that, we moved all of 60 feet over to the cinema to see Hellboy. Unfortunately, since Hellboy had been out for so long it had been relegated to odd screens at odd times, so we had almost three hours to spend until it started. So we went to the Bishop's Palace Gardens and watched this gardener man (henceforth dubbed 'George') do his stuff. We even took pictures of him and his wheelbarrow full of goodies ^_^ Hellboy was... I thought it was pretty average, actually. Much along the same lines as Van Helsing and the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, with Hellboy being the better of the three. Some of the action scenes seemed a little clumsy, in that you could really tell it was wirework and strings/pulleys etc. You knew it was in things like the Matrix, but since it was blended together so well you didn't notice it as much. Then we came home via Waitrose where Mimmi picked up (as in bought, rather than just inspecting it) some Cottage Cheese. It looked quite tasty, but I didn't feel like eating anything too heavy. Mimmi then proceeded to beat me at Scrabble twice, by very large margins each time ^_^; She's also very good at that, heh. And yes, we have been taking pictures ^_~ Although I can't guarantee that there'll be masses and masses of them. Just enough, heh. But you will see them ^_^

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Sunday, September 26, 2004

Act I: The World, Suffused with Pancakes

Ah, today's been great fun ^_^ It took me a very long time to get off to sleep last night, although I couldn't ascertain why. And Mimmi and I are in separate rooms, before you start anything >.> First I felt too hot, then too cold, then I was too awake to do anything... it took the entire Big O soundtrack for me to finally fall asleep. And then I wouldn't wake up! I had the most bizarre dream about this friend of mine from college. He's very tall, and I was at is house, where you needed a spiral staircase to get to the top of the kitchen table and the chairs were all stacked three storeys high o_o; There was more to it than that, involving a murder of some description, but I can't remember it very well. We were given pink stuff on toast to eat. Mimmi emerged some time after I started checking OB this morning, and we quickly decided that we needed breakfast, so we went and ate. I went with my normal semi-healthy toast with tomato stuff and cheese, while she was much more sensible and had bread with a chocolate-flavoured nutrition drink. Whilst we ate, we watched RahXephon... And we were still watching RahXephon until about 10:30pm ^_^; Although we did have a few breaks inbetween in which we took the dogs for a walk around Hambrook- thankfully it had stopped being as wet as it was first thing and the sun appeared, making it very pleasant indeed ^_^ Mimmi cooked for us this evening- pancakes! ^__^ It's been ages since I last had any and these were absolutely magnificent. Mimmi makes exceedingly good pancakes, one might say. And indeed, they would, were anyone honoured enough to try any. Although I found out that the lemon juice I was using was four months out of date >.> Didn't affect the quality of the pancakes, though ^_^ That was fun. Having a huge RahXephon marathon was also fun, and watching all of it in succession (minus the movie- neither of us really felt like going on for another hour and a half, heh) made me notice a few connections I'd missed previosuly: mostly ones to do with repetition of scene themes or dialogue, but still rather nice ones. On the other hand, it also highlighted which bits I was unsure of- I still don't know Commander Kunugi's complete relationship with Kim or Souichi. Methinks a PM to Dagger would be handy ^_^; I can't say we've done much else, heh. It's been great so far, and we've still lots of time left. We're off to Portsmouth for the day tomorrow, and hopefully we'll get to see Hellboy, too. See you then ^_~ EDIT: By the way, Mimmi's accent is great to listen to, whatever she may tell you ^_~

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Saturday, September 25, 2004

Presenting...

I'm here at home with a very special guest, heh. Three guesses who ^_~ Long train journeys make sitting down for hours incredibly tiring, even moreso than walking around the streets of London trying to work out where Forbidden Planet is. Of course, the inevitable train delays and cancellations notwithstanding, it's been a rather busy day. It started off okay, although I was disorganised enough to manage to forget both the train times and the pocket map of London I'd spent ages running around to find. And then my ain was cancelled, and I had to get another one via Littlehampton, which essentially made a long trip stupidly impractical. But, I got there in the end. Mimmi beat me, though >.> After adjusting my hair we went straight off to the Globe Theatre, where we were promptly told to come back at 5pm for the tour- they're still performing plays >.> Not wishing for Mimmi to miss out on it again (and I wanted to see it all too- I don't suppose I could call myself a theare actor if I'd never been there), we decided to go for a walk to pass the time. Over past Tower Bridge, along the River Thames until we came to a place for me to eat (hadn't had any breakfast and it was about 3:30pm at that time), then turned around and came back again ^_^; The Globe Theatre is really cool. I can't say I'd particularly want to see a play there- the seats looked uncomfortable and the standing rooms even moreso, but it's a lovely place to look at. We took pictures ^____^ The other main item on the agenda was- *Mimmi's just handed me a fantastic wolf T-Shirt ^___^* -Forbidden Planet, which we managed to get to within ten minutes of its closing time. Mimmi found an artbook by... the person who's designed some Final Fantasy characters (I can't remember his name >_<;), but it was a little expensive, so she came away with osme Terry Pratchett books. I grabbed a Trigun Maximum manga and a Yu-Gi-Oh collector's box with the Obnoxious Celtic Guard in it ^_^ After that we pretty much headed home. Well, to my home. Here ^_^; Since the trains along the London Victoria line were so delayed that morning, I was half-expecting them not to be running, but thankfully normal service seemed to have resumed and we caught the 20:17. On the train we bore witness to monkey sounds coming from the next carriage, a guy who'd lost his mobile phone somewhere and two idiots who completely astounded me. How they'd managed to survive up to their current age I had no idea, but they were two of the most brainless individuals I've ever had the frustration of being in the vicinity with. Bleh, people like that shouldn't be allowed anywhere. *checks* Mimmi's still awake, just ^_^; The bedroom she's in (my older sister's) is right next to the computer, which is convenient. I'll pass you over to her, heh. NGH ! Sleepy. Hugo goodness. The end. Aside from buttons being in the wrong place *stares at keyboard* Doggies very friendly. Spelling very difficult. Sleepy. Hugo goodness--- Oh, right. Been there, done that. Well, that was certainly worth repeating ! *falls asleep* .... in BED ! you silly people. And silly buttons. Yep, things are good ^_^ Sleep well, everyone!

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Friday, September 24, 2004

^__________^

Before you read, Arcadia needs your hugs. Go and see her. Despite a few concerns I'm smiling a lot right now, although I've gone and eaten far too much... again. Kudos to anyone who knows why I'm smiling (I'm sure you'll all find out pretty soon anyway, heh). Although I still have some tidying up to do. You know how annoying it is when you've tidied up everything but there are still things lying around that you can't do anything with? The really tiny bits that just sort of float about the house and don't have a specific place to be. Yeah, I don't know where to put them. Still, I have to wait for my dinner to go down, else I'll be making even more mess >.> Otherwise it's business as usual. My boots got a bigger reaction than I did when I walked in the class, which is typical. The class was great, though- Voice really really helps and I can feel the difference almost immediately. I'm tempted to do those vocal exercises every day just as decent exercise, heh. Improvisation was the best, though. We played a few games to help us concentrate and gain focus while still keeping our imaginations free and it was so funny. The people in our class have great senses of humour/imagination. The teacher didn't like my boots, though, so I had to take them off *shrugs*. I guess they are impractical for bits of movement and things -certainly for warm-up exercises- but I don't think they were too bad. Still, I took them off anyway. Everyone else survived my feety smell, so that's another bonus. Now I must prepare further, and with any luck I'll be able to fit some Literati in, too. Toodles.

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Thursday, September 23, 2004

Exit the Matrix

I'm uninstalling the game from my computer because it takes up a lot of space that I really need for other things. It's bad enough having Pirates of the Caribbean on there (which we completed last night- quite an anti-climax compared to a lot of the rest of it). It's not my game anyway, heh. The RahXephon Motion Picture arrived today, along with the Final Fantasy: Unlimited music. I've not watched the movie yet, but I know the music's much better than I remember it being. And it contained the bits I wasn't expecting: I thought Kaze's gun themes would be on the second CD, but I have them right here ^_^ I loves them, I do. I guess if I were to cosplay as one person from an anime, it would probably be him or someone from Magic Knight Rayeath. His whole attire's pretty neat and he has a swishy (albeit short) cloak. The Demon Swordsman has a nice face mask and hair, but looks like some kind of neo sailor suit/babygro. Brief Commentary Mimmi: *is glomped* ^_^ Juuthena: It's by no means a perfect Weh impersonation. He was a lot more aggressive in his style and more manic than I could hope to be, heh. It's more of a tribute than anything else. But thank you ^_^ PoisonTongue: I don't know who James Joyce is, but if his books are like that then... I'd probably best avoid them, heh. Arcadia: Heh, sorry ^_^; Shinmaru: You'd be surprised how much random stuff is actually understandable, heh. I could try and make it more confusing next time and see how many people can actually translate it next time, heh. That would be fun ^____^ Shinji: Whee, I don't see you often enough about here, heh. I almost changed stuffnessicitiesnessifications, but without the second 'ness' it doesn't sound right. Mee'ms gladd you are teh likies!!! Teh Lady Katanasnessicity ^_____^: Whoomblies! Ah, I loved Magick of the Bees. It never got finished, either, which is a great shame. rustym: Thank you, heh. I had a mock test today and... well, let's just say it was one of my bad days. I'd rather it was now than on the day of my real test, though ^_^ Clair Chanteur: I'm not mad ^_^ You'd have to do a heck of a lot to ever make me mad, and I can assure you that not posting on MyOtaku is something I worry least about, heh. I frequently miss some of my friends' posts (Ben and OtakuSennen specifically- go visit them, peeples!), but I comment when I can. It's not as if I keep a list of people who do and don't say anything and judge them accordingly, heh ^_~. Any comment I get I appreciate, so I consider each one a bonus. Hmm, my computer's jumping. I hate it when it does that. It's probably down to the amount of game-playing that's been done on in over the last day or so, which is understandable. But still frustrating. Ah, I need sleep. I have vaccuuming to do tomorrow, heh. And I still have to watch Big Fish >.> It's not even been taken out of its wrapping yet. Cruel lack of free hours in one convenient place, how I shake my fist at thee! Whoo! We might find out which play we're performing tomorrow. That would be cool, heh. Take care everyone ^_^

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Wednesday, September 22, 2004

Teh Pointilessnessicities

I are do be not teh havings of the decent subjects to wafflicate abouties, so I's are going to attempticate to typify an entire posty in teh Weh-tributeh speaks. Nobodies are do ever been replace teh Weh, but in forms of this he's stills be here in moodiness. Sorta. Teh Ness. I beened muchlies tired today- littles sleepies make me teh are tiredishness. Not teh me likeh >.> Anywayses, college are teh wooblies, but boreeng wooblies. I's are teh waitings for are doingies excitings ^_^ Will be goodlies when actual workies ar been doon. I's eetin too mooch! I are be do are be gettin lazy about meh stomachy. I telled um peoples in college teh reason and they's splutterish in surprisiness: I no need teh lose weight, but teh phrasiness were wronglies. Well teh Ah. It be do teh feeling goodlies that peeples likeh meh figureynessness. This are confusering o_o; Methinks I's are needing sleeps and less foodness. 'Cept fruitsies. Fruitsies be teh god-like im deh eateries. Whoo, I are nervous too. Nearings test teh drivings I are be doom, and are needing to plan teh work fer nexy years. I's goom looks teh stuffnessicitiesnessifications. Boies! ^________^ *Hugs everyone* And thank you again. I love you all.

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Tuesday, September 21, 2004

Master and Margherita...

Somebody beat up Shin. You gave me such a bloody fright this morning >.> Anyway, I am rather tired, and I'm afraid this post will be rather less coherent than yesterdays. Thanks again, guys. I can assure you that everything's doing fine now, save for my incessent hungriness ^_^; I went to see a play tonight at the Chichester festival Theatre. It was very very good, but if I tried to describe it I'd fall flat on my face. It's the kind of thing that has to be seen to get the full experience from it. And even though it was a long experience, it was well worth it. Not least because I got to see Dan again tonight, and he gave me back my Matrix Revolutions and Trigun CDs back ^_^ Although... Things really are moving on now. I don't want Dan to leave too, although it's inevitable that at some point I'm going to be left more alone than I would consider myself to be now. It just feels like everyone will be slipping away from me here. I know online people are much harder to contact, but you wouldn't believe how hard it can be trying to get hold of Dan when he's less than two miles down the bloody road, let alone half a country away o_o; An a way, I want to be moving ahead too. But I still want to hold onto everything I still have and love. Is that... naive? Wrong, perhaps? I don't know. I don't think it's wrong to want to hold onto part of your life, but I don't feel ready to let it go yet. Ah, I'm tired and need food. Not a good combination for MyO posts ^_^; I'm good. Make sure you are too, heh. Oh, and before I go... if I've said something to offend you in some way, please tell me. I never mean to say anything offensive and sometimes things slip out that either I don't know are hurtful or that could just be interpreted in the worng way. It isn't meant to be. Now I'm getting food and sleep, like I'm sure everyone reading would be telling me to do ^_^;

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Monday, September 20, 2004

There's no place like home...

...except a total-immersion video game which features a place exactly like your home in every way, but that doesn't count because there is no spoon o_o; Heh, anyway, I'm back home now after having met up with Ean and played Yu-Gi-Oh for a while. It was great to get up and around, and walking around in New Rocks gives you so much exercise. I feel nicely refreshed (and nastily sweaty- I had to change T-Shirts >.>). As you might have guessed from this morning and yesterday's posts, I've been pretty stressed lately. There's so much going on at the moment here that Mum's finding it rather difficult to cope, and is getting unbelieveably stressed. She's not normally this bad though, so I think it might have coincided with a certain time of the month, which certainly doesn't help things much. A huge thanks to everyone who commented *hugs* I really appreciate it. And to those who read it now and think 'Ooh, that's rather nasty', I appreciate you, too ^_^. And those who read over, sympathised and didn't reply. Mouth of the Dragon I've been tidying the house from top to bottom (well, the rooms that are used, anyway ^_^;) and back again which has actually taken much less time that I expected, but I'm down to doing the tiny little bits now. they seem ot take the longest because each one seems to need a different place. And I still need to vaccuum. And I'm not home till 10 or so tomorrow evening >.> So things are pushed. Added to that, Mum's had to get this presentation ready for a Spinner's Guild meeting on Saturday (which is always a stressful thing to have to do), and ferry myself and my sister to wherever we need to go. This is why I need to learn to drive as soon as possible. I can't live with this sort of stress in the house any more. I'm trying my hardest to get a very important piece of writing donw, but the balance of my inspiration will only go so far. If I can't relax, it won't flow and all I do is sit there and procrastinate. Ebb and Flow Things reached somewhat of a peak (at least I really hope it's a peak rather than a plateau) last night when Mum came in whilst I was playing Literati and told me that she'd just completely laid into my sister about not tidying the house. but what annoyed me so much was that she seemed to be using it as a threat against me, almost as if she was proud of if. Now, I respect that my mother has never been someone you want to cross, and that my sister is admittedly not very good at doing things that need to be done, but to say it in such a cold, vindictive way was not what I appreciated. Fair enough, if you have to take away some priviliges in order for things ot get done then do it. But don't parade it in my face as if it's some kind of sick power trophy or as if it's my fault. It may well be that my lack of school for four days a week unintentionally invites my sister to jump in on the activities that I do, but she still does her homework. And to be honest, the Student Support thing we signed up for ages ago isn't really necessary any more. What are they going to do if the assessments are late? It's not as if we're obliged to send them off. Yes, they help, but for god's sake be reasonable about it. And what makes things more tense is that when Mum most needs someone else to take on a job, she won't f***** let them. I can load the washing machine, take the dogs for a walk and hang up the bloody clothes if she only tells me what the hell I need to do. It's not hard, but she seems to develop some inexplicable conplex that she has to take on more jobs herself when she's stressed, as if she suddenly thinks we're not good enough to do it. And then she gets these ideas out of nowhere that we don't appreciate her. Every sodding meal we tell her how good her food is, and every time she gives us a lift anywhare we thank her profusely for it. When she says things like that it really really hurts, especially as the foul mood she's usually in when she says them makes the delivery of the lines cut in even more. I'd assumed that this morning, with everyone having had some sleep, that things would be getting near to all right again. But they weren't, hence the 'For god's sake...' (and I realise it should have been with a capital 'G' in the context I was using it- my bad) earlier. SO I was getting 'Emo' (i.e. emotional, I presume. Unless it's some sort of super transforming mode I'm not aware of). *Slow, deep breath...* But it will pass. if it hasn't by later this afternoon I'll do all of the housework I can to lighten the load for her. I must make her sound terrible like this. She isn't a slave driver- she's just very objective, and firm when she needs to be. Things were getting lax both on my and my sister's side, but there's only so much that someone can take, and the way things were going weren't a practical way of foing about them. But then, when were emotions ever practical? I spent a while very late last night tidying up little bits and pieces wherever I could. You might think that it's a suck-up to try and ease an angry mood, but I can assure you that it isn't. When something like this happens, I do it almost to spite her, simply because I get so pissed off when she has a go at us that I don't want to hear it again. It's incredibly rare- normally we get on like a house on fire (although how that's supposed to be a complimentary analogy I don't know). It's just the odd occasion where Things Go Wrong, and you have to ride the storm until you come out the other end, then enjoy the plain sailing hat should hopefully await you on the other side. I suppose there is a silver lining to all this: the sitting-room should hopefully never get as messy as it did before. Seriously, though, every experience is useful for developing character and ability. I appreiate more the quietude that comes with being tidy and helpful rather than the potential storm that could come with me sittig on my arse and doing nothing. So despite how unhappy I might be about it, I know she's essentially right. Just fewer cannons next time, please.

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