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Jul. 26th, 2009 06:29 pmTo everyone's his astonishment, it transpires that Mac no can haz my fresh-baked superchocolate brownies with white chocolate chunks in. I will leave you to imagine his outrage, as it lies beyond and far beyond my powers of description.
In other news, I am sitting here munching on salted grapes and wasabi peas, which I am thinking of as a grown-up version of the nuts'n'raisins that were a staple of my childhood (tho' I never liked them much, because I was not that great a fan of nuts and really only wanted the raisins, which I would eat on their own till kingdom come).
In son of other news, the evil slugs have invaded my new vegetable patch. They have devoured every one of my beans, but entirely ignored the peas. Why is this? (I do not ask for magic remedies, for anti-slug procedures; I am aware that none is sufficient to the task.) Next year I'll go back to growing beans in pots. Or advertise for hedgehogs, and/or ducks. (I have spoken to the cats, on the perverse inadequacies of their hunting. They just looked at me.)
In bride of other news, I have been having a nice time, mostly seeing friends and reading Georgette Heyer. These Old Shades isn't really research, being the wrong period by just that dangerous amount, but - well, y'know. I can't read Devil's Cub without reading These Old Shades first, now can I...? The fact that it is totally my favourite is ... irrelevant. Or at least a hippopotamus. (Where can I find a Léon to be my page? Much as I love Léonie, I confess, it is Léon I adore...)
Talking of which, does anybody know the source/relevance of the title of These Old Shades? I was told - by the person who introduced me to the book, way back in my enabled teens - that it comes from a poem, and had been spotted as an epigraph in an early edition; but it is evading me.
In other news, I am sitting here munching on salted grapes and wasabi peas, which I am thinking of as a grown-up version of the nuts'n'raisins that were a staple of my childhood (tho' I never liked them much, because I was not that great a fan of nuts and really only wanted the raisins, which I would eat on their own till kingdom come).
In son of other news, the evil slugs have invaded my new vegetable patch. They have devoured every one of my beans, but entirely ignored the peas. Why is this? (I do not ask for magic remedies, for anti-slug procedures; I am aware that none is sufficient to the task.) Next year I'll go back to growing beans in pots. Or advertise for hedgehogs, and/or ducks. (I have spoken to the cats, on the perverse inadequacies of their hunting. They just looked at me.)
In bride of other news, I have been having a nice time, mostly seeing friends and reading Georgette Heyer. These Old Shades isn't really research, being the wrong period by just that dangerous amount, but - well, y'know. I can't read Devil's Cub without reading These Old Shades first, now can I...? The fact that it is totally my favourite is ... irrelevant. Or at least a hippopotamus. (Where can I find a Léon to be my page? Much as I love Léonie, I confess, it is Léon I adore...)
Talking of which, does anybody know the source/relevance of the title of These Old Shades? I was told - by the person who introduced me to the book, way back in my enabled teens - that it comes from a poem, and had been spotted as an epigraph in an early edition; but it is evading me.