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OH GOD, WHY DOES MY PHONE DOING NEW THINGS AND/OR REFUSING TO BE CUSTOMISED IN THE WAY I WANT IT MAKE ME REALLY ANXIOUS AND UPSET? Every time. *sighs*

Have sent no job applications so far this wee, and IIRC none last week either.

Also I am waitressing 6am-2pm and 4pm-11pm tomorrow. Also there are at least two events that I 'ought to'/want to go to tonight and I feel massively guilty that I can't do both. Also not sure I want to go to *either*, what with my present mood of hating everything.
ARRRRRRRRGGGGG.


(On the plus side, have lovely new red blazer as replacement for the one I lost two years ago. Also, I will definitely post pictures of my birthday-presents-to-self soon. They include an MJN Air t-shirt.)

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My new, unbroken ereader had arrived! Which means that I can get back to A Place Of Greater Safety, which I was forced to abandon half way through, not really feeling up to reading five hundred-odd pages on the screen of my phone, as excellent as those pages were. (My increasing sense of DOOM and the nowledge it would all go downhill from that point also contributed, I confess.)
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All packed up and ready...

Well, my darlings, am heading off to sunnier climes tomorrow with my parents and C, so contract is likely to be sporadic over the next two weeks. Please nobody do anything particularly important and worthy of immediate comment in that time?
I was also going to use the "D" meme that littlered2 has assigned me in order to play Let Me Talk To You About Diana Wynne Jones, with particular emphasis on Dogsbody, Deep Secret and Dalemark, but alas, phone keyboard is annoying, and also I an bring bugged by C to finish up so that she can 'check on her dragons on my phone' so I will say goodbye here. Be good!


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EDIT: UPDATE UPDATE
Mum is reading Prisoner of Azkaban to C and they Ste at the insulting parchment scene. "Mr Padfoot would like to register his astonishment that an idiot like that could ever become a professor....
~ glee~
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Exclusive new episode of All The Terrible Cakes!
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This Coffe and Walnut Cake with coffee icing and praline bits (om nom praline) failed in the opposite manner to last week's disastrous Red Velvet, in that it tastes perfectly good, it is just Everything Else that is wrong.

I accidently nudged the thermoneter dial from 160o up to Maximum while keeping watch over a pan of praline and within five minutes the top layer of cake became a little ... incinerated. But! That layer was cut off and everything was perfectly fine, though the loss of the crust meant that the icing got rather crumby. As you may be able to see.

Sometimes my cooking does bother me, but I think over time I've come to view it as equivalent to any other moderatly expensive and occaisionally wasteful hobby. (Which is a postive thing! That sounds really bad when I put it like that.) But then, as Cabin Pressure showed me very quickly, I do have rather a lot in common with Arthur, and the ability to create Surprising Rice and Fizzy Yoghurt (recipe for the latter: yoghurt+time) is perhaps one of those points of similarity. :P
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Hot toddies

So, I haz cold. This is all frith_in_thorns fault, nyah. Since, unlike hers, it has not yet evolved into Dethflu, I am counting my blessings.

The one thing that is very nice about illness, however, is my recently-evolved tradition (i.e. since I went to university and did not have to worry about my parents Judging my terrible life choices) of Spontaneous Hot Toddies. Growing up, honey and lemon, drunk as hot as you can physically bear, was the sore throat remedy of choice and household mandate. (Frith claims that sweetened hot milk was hers, but that seems a really wrong and strange practice to me. What traditional illness recipes did you all grow up with?) When I was ill and bored in Second Year, I started to ... modify the honey and lemon slightly. At first I started by trying to make actual proper toddies, but I was a housebound/poor/any student and my ingredients were limited. So!

Soon, variation became the fun of it - the recipe I generally go by now is:
Strongest alcohol on hand + most tasty alcohol on hand + fruit juice, or other citrus-based soft drink + spices. Microwave, and then breathe in the alcohol fumes to clear your nasal passages. (I DID make mention above of my terrible life choices, ne?)

It is always different, which is the fun of it. However, last night I made what I feel to be the ultimate version, and going entirely against the spirit of Surprising Toddies, I am going to record my formula for posterity.
*Dram (probably a shot and a half) of rum.
*Decent splash of ginger wine
*Shot or so of lemon juice, plus a splash of weird artificial tropical squash
*Spices - cloves, cinnamon, nutmeg. Chopped ginger.
*Oregano, splash of Worcester sauce, a few chilli flakes.
*Honey
Heat, stir and serve.

You, dear reader, are probably judging this combination HARD right now, I would imagine. But it was really, really good!

Still ticking along

Cabin Pressure has EATEN me body and soul. I have spent the last two weeks in the throes of obsession, and by this point, most of my conversations lead back to MJN Air in some way, shape or form. (It was Birling Day yesterday! And since by my Grandad’s account Wales utterly routed England, Birling would have no doubt been in a generous frame of mind. Well, if he wasn’t fictional.)

Yesterday, I waitressed at a wedding where the venue owner was into taxidermy in a BIG way. I tripped over a lion’s tail at one point; luckily didn’t actually spill any gravy. My favourite, though, was the pair of polar bears, one on all fours and draped in a large union flag, and the other rearing and wearing aviator sunglasses. I cannot tell you how badly I wanted a picture...

There was also a dodo skeleton! And each table place was set with a little bottle of vodka as a party favour. I think posh waitressing has ruined me for my expectations of weddings though; I’m not sure anything I go to as a guest will quite compare with some of these dos.

I’m still running the job interview gauntlet – I’ve been shortlisted for LOADS of things, and several of them have made a point of telling me that I was their second choice, or that I should apply again if they have other jobs going – but none of them have hired me! Arrg, it’s so frustrating!

What other news do I have? Last week was [Bad username: frith_in_thorns] birthday and I made what must surely be my Worst Cake Ever. This including the cakes I made gleefully when I was younger than Caitlin. It was supposed to be Red Velvet, and it tasted so red! The texture was so bad! I mean, I cook often enough that I’ve had a corresponding number of failed adventures, but this particular cake was truly and utterly dreadful. Though the outside, at least, looked pretty – Frith, do you have the picture you took?
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... I have never bofore hosted a party where everyone is sitting in their own corner with an Internet connection and posting things at each other while drunk.
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No volcanoes neccesary here, luckily...

So, last week frith_in_thorns and I were in between episodes of BSG (BEST SHOW EVERYONE SEE IT)...
Frith: Can I ask you what may be a silly question?
Frith: Are we in a relationship?
Me: Um. I don’t know. Probably?
Frith: Because I’ve been wondering for a while if we are or not.
Me: Yeah, same. Are we?

Upshot is, as of then, we actually ‘properly’ are. Which announcement has been greeted alternately with hysterical laughter (Z. – at least, I assume she laughed hysterically, capslock FINALLY was her actual response) and confusion (TolkSoc, various) on the assumption that we’d been dating this last year or so.
So! There’s your memo.

We went to The Mechanisms ‘Steampunk Soiree’ on Saturday, where that band of immortal space pirates debuted their latest show Ulysses Dies At Dawn. I am going to do a proper write-up of the gig tomorrow, because the Mechs are awesome and everyone should see them and be transported with rapture and give them money. They exceeded their initial Indiegogo fundraiser for this album ridiculously quickly after the show. Which is awesome.

I would, in addition, post a picture of my nails, which were gorgeous and lovely and painted in alternating shades of sparkly sea-blue and matt pink. I have been meaning to do this all week. But alas, I unthinking painted over them with slightly-less-interesting purple not fifteen minutes ago. You will all just have to imagine their awesome beauty instead. (Frith chose the polishes, gauging my taste with the criteria: What would appeal to a seven-year-old? Since she chose impeccably, I can’t object too much at being maligned.)

(The 'awesome things' tag refers to Frith and not my nails. She is mocking me in the background as I type this.)

In the bosom of my family...

Well, I have survived both hospital and Christmas! The latter was even rather pleasant – we had the by-now traditional my-sister-was-too-excited-to-sleep-last-night midday argument, with much shouting and slamming of doors, but it passed relatively quickly and the rest of the day went without a hitch. Bar, that is, my mum’s disappointment that C had got up at three in the morning to open her stocking and that mum hadn’t got to see her face as she opened her expensive, desperately wanted but unlooked-for presents. But we played games and C had fun with her arts-and-craftsy presents and Christmas dinner was delicious.

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Anyway, that is the State Of The Eleanor – I am not at home, trying (and failing, rather, but I am trying) to Take It Easy and Remember You Should Be Resting, Ellie. A District Nurse has been coming round daily to change my dressings (!). I spent yesterday writing a few last minute drabbles for fandom_stocking – the first fic I’ve written in years, literally. I’m sorry to have been so rubbish about communicating – I AM thinking of you all, my dears, rather a lot, and am really looking forward to catching up at greater length soon. Merry Christmas!