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Jul. 7th, 2010 06:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceToday is apparently a day for getting stuff done, without any of it being particularly effortful or demanding.
This morning, as already stated, I did pre-caffeinated engineering: which may have involved swearing at one of the cats (I'll leave you to guess which; you can have three guesses, 'k?), but was quite staggeringly successful, once all cats had been removed from the inner workings of the object.
Then I posted off the contracts to my agent and the old toner cartridge to the recycling depot, went into town and was writerly for a while, working on the opening pages of the new Chaz Brenchley novel, currently known as House of Doors; and tracking down a book that I really really need to read (Sisters in Arms by Nicola Tyrer, about the Queen Alexandra nurses in WW2: of course the Lit & Phil has a copy!).
Home via shopping for office supplies (and my only failure of the day: for no, I cannot mend my reading-glasses with a paperclip and superglue. Someone more adept than me, perhaps; me, not), and I have barely lunched before there is an unexpected van outside, and that is the plumbers! Returned, all unlooked-for! And this may be an example of the law of diminishing returns, but they were in and out in two minutes, and fixed my leaking pipe, and I do not at this time believe that they left another gushing failure behind them. We parted with cheerful and (in my case, at least) thoroughly genuine wishes never to see each other again, and I hope that that is that.
This afternoon I have done admin-stuff and shopped for dinner and had a minor epiphany, because I do not after all need to throw away the over-salty lime pickle. Instead, I am making a mutton dhansakh: for I find it hard to imagine a mutton-and-lentil recipe that would not be improved by (a) limes and (b) salt. I shall not salt the dish, and I shall add a spoonful or two of the pickle and see how we go. I can keep the stuff for years, and distribute it spoonful by spoonful through dishes that will benefit. Yay.
Also, I came home from town with a great many chicken carcases from one of my favourite butchers, and I am now making chicken stock, flavoured with lovage (largely because I have run out of parsley, and I have a lot of lovage). Tomorrow I am thinking of a chicken-and-sorrel soup for lunch, for I have quite a lot of English sorrel also. (Tomorrow I am also thinking of sneaking out to find a pub for the afternoon to watch England v Bangladesh, but that would be naughty...)
And now, while I cook curry and stock simultaneously, I think I might sit in my comfy chair and read my important-research book, for that is work beyond question, and just as much useful as anything else that I've been doing today.
Oh, and I have a question for the engine-smart amongst you, but I shall post that separately in case nobody's actually got this far down a rambly kind of post.
This morning, as already stated, I did pre-caffeinated engineering: which may have involved swearing at one of the cats (I'll leave you to guess which; you can have three guesses, 'k?), but was quite staggeringly successful, once all cats had been removed from the inner workings of the object.
Then I posted off the contracts to my agent and the old toner cartridge to the recycling depot, went into town and was writerly for a while, working on the opening pages of the new Chaz Brenchley novel, currently known as House of Doors; and tracking down a book that I really really need to read (Sisters in Arms by Nicola Tyrer, about the Queen Alexandra nurses in WW2: of course the Lit & Phil has a copy!).
Home via shopping for office supplies (and my only failure of the day: for no, I cannot mend my reading-glasses with a paperclip and superglue. Someone more adept than me, perhaps; me, not), and I have barely lunched before there is an unexpected van outside, and that is the plumbers! Returned, all unlooked-for! And this may be an example of the law of diminishing returns, but they were in and out in two minutes, and fixed my leaking pipe, and I do not at this time believe that they left another gushing failure behind them. We parted with cheerful and (in my case, at least) thoroughly genuine wishes never to see each other again, and I hope that that is that.
This afternoon I have done admin-stuff and shopped for dinner and had a minor epiphany, because I do not after all need to throw away the over-salty lime pickle. Instead, I am making a mutton dhansakh: for I find it hard to imagine a mutton-and-lentil recipe that would not be improved by (a) limes and (b) salt. I shall not salt the dish, and I shall add a spoonful or two of the pickle and see how we go. I can keep the stuff for years, and distribute it spoonful by spoonful through dishes that will benefit. Yay.
Also, I came home from town with a great many chicken carcases from one of my favourite butchers, and I am now making chicken stock, flavoured with lovage (largely because I have run out of parsley, and I have a lot of lovage). Tomorrow I am thinking of a chicken-and-sorrel soup for lunch, for I have quite a lot of English sorrel also. (Tomorrow I am also thinking of sneaking out to find a pub for the afternoon to watch England v Bangladesh, but that would be naughty...)
And now, while I cook curry and stock simultaneously, I think I might sit in my comfy chair and read my important-research book, for that is work beyond question, and just as much useful as anything else that I've been doing today.
Oh, and I have a question for the engine-smart amongst you, but I shall post that separately in case nobody's actually got this far down a rambly kind of post.