Now I'm commuting on the train I'm reading lots more books than I have during the last four and half years.  I'm going to use this sticky post to record all the books I read and where I sourced them


15 June 2009 - 31 December 2009 )



Year 2 - 2010 )


Year 3 - 2011 )



Year 4 - 2012 )
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I'm finding my book sticky really interesting so I decided to start one for movies too.

Year One - 2010 )


Year Two - 2011 )


Year Three - 2012 )


Year Four - 2013 )


Year Five - 2014 )

Year Six - 2015 )

Year Seven - 2016 )

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I think I pinched this from [livejournal.com profile] davidbrider originally.So that was 2013 )
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What an absolutely amazing day for Team GB.  After a week of watching the Olympic games in every spare moment I spent most of today out of the loop as I was attending a friend's birthday barbeque in Hampshire.  I arrived home at about ten to nine this evening, just in time to Jessica Ennis win her Gold medal and have been watching the TV ever since.  Obviously, I'm super proud of Mo Farah as he went to school with me.  I didn't know him at school but he was in the same school year as my sister and later went to the same uni as her.  There's been a lot of talk in the press about the disproportionate number of Team GB gold medalists who attended private schools.  That makes Mo's win even more satisfying for me as we attended an average comprehensive school.  I understand that Jessica Ennis is also a comprehensive school girl. 

I'm also really thrilled for Greg Rutherford.  I didn't even know who he was until this evening but he did a brilliant job of winning the long jump by 15mm.

I can hardly believe that we're third in the medal table behind two absolutely enormous countries: USA and China.

Whatever happens tomorrow we're guaranteed two more medals, both for Andy Murray in the tennis.  Before today I would have predicted that it would be two silvers but after what has happened this evening I've got my fingers crossed for at least one gold.

Go Team GB!
Basically I've spent this entire weekend watching the Olympic games.  Today I started watching at 10.15am and finished at 10.30pm.  I went for Sunday dinner with my parents as usual and they were watching the Olympics too.  We even had the radio on during dinner which is almost unheard of (my parents consider dinner time to be family conversation time).

After a slow start yesterday we got our first two medals today.  Neither were unexpected but I'm really glad as it'll stop the media moaning about us not getting any medals.  I hope we win a gold soon or else they will start complaining that we don't have any.  I also hope LOCOG or the IOC sort out the empty seats issue pretty soon as it's pretty embarrassing.

Today I watched the following sports:
- Archery
- Equestrian (only Zara Phillips' ride)
- Shooting (not a great spectator sport)
- Gymnastics (go Team GB!)
- Canoe Slalom (which is a great spectator sport)
- Sailing (highlights only)
- Rowing
- Judo (which I really don't understand)
- Table Tennis
- Swimming
- Football (Men - GB vs UAE)
- Cycling (not the whole race)

Obviously the highlights of the day were the two medals but the womens' gymnastics qualifiers were also very impressive.  I'm not sure that GB team have a chance of getting a medal in the team competition (unless the Chinese, Russian and US gymnasts all fall off all their apparatus or something) but Beth Tweddle has a serious chance in the Uneven Bars. 

Tomorrow is apparently the busiest day of the games.  Sadly I have to go to work.  I'd prefer to spend the day glued to the TV screen but needs must.  Viewing streamed media has been banned at work for the duration of the games as they are worried about the bandwidth so I reckon everyone will be cramming into the public canteen to watch the widescreen TV if anything significant happens.

Go Team GB!
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It's just struck me that this is the third Summer Olympic Games I've watched since I began writing this blog.  The first was Athens 2004 which took place when I was living in Plymouth.  The second was Beijing 2008 which was even more exciting than usual as a close family friend of my boss at the time won a gold medal in boxing.  This year of course is the most exciting of all as it's taking place in my home city.  Sadly I don't have any tickets but I'll definitely be watching as many events as possible. 

Last night I left a leaving do early to make it home in time to watch the opening ceremony.  I'm not normally a big fan of opening and closing ceremonies as I find them a bit cheesy and dull.  This time though I had to make an effort to watch as two of my friends were taking part.  One friend was crowd organiser based in the stands but her husband actually had a proper part in the industrial revolution section.  I didn't spot him but I paid special attention to that part.  It sounds like they had an awesome time.

In general I enjoyed the ceremony.  The music played was definitely to my taste and I think it mainly avoided being tacky.  I was really glad that Steve Redgrave was chosen to carry the torch into the stadium.  I would have been cross if David Beckham had done it as he's not an Olympic hero by any stretch of the imagination.  I also thought it was a nice idea asking stars of the future to light the flame and the whole concept for the flame being lit from lots of separate 'leaves' representing each of the participating countries was pretty cool.

I got a bit bored while all the teams were marching in and they didn't do a very good job with continuity for the pre-recorded sections (it took a really long time for the Queen and 007 to travel from Buckingham Palace to Stratford by helicopter - it was light when they left and dark when they arrived) but mostly it was great.  Including Tim Berners-Lee was a nice touch with this is being billed as 'the social media Olympics'.

I've spent most of today watching the games.  I never thought I'd get so involved in watching archery.  It's actually quite tense and exciting as the teams are so closely matched.  Today I watched the following sports:
- Archery (Mens Team competition)
- Artistic Gymnastics (Mens qualification) - Go Team GB!
- Swimming
- Cycling (Road Race) - I didn't watch much of this as it goes on for hours.
- Football (Women) - only a little bit. I don't enjoy football much even if it is the Olympic Games.
- Tennis - only a bit.  Not much of a tennis fan.
- Basketball (Women)

Tomorrow is qualification day for womens gymnastics which I'm really excited about.  I might try and catch some of the womens archery as well.
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I really am a terrible LJer/blogger these days.  A work colleague commented the other day that no one has time to blog now everyone is on Twitter and that made me sad.  Twitter is great (and I spend a large proportion of my working life thinking about it in a professional capacity) but I don't think a set of 140 character updates are how I want to remember a period of my life.  There is another post lurking inside me about why I love letters but that's for another day.

Anyway, back in February I went away to Berlin for three nights with a couple of friends.  It was brilliant and a LJ update is definitely deserved.


Culture, currywurst and cold weather... )
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I really, genuinely can't understand how I've managed to accumulate so much stuff in the almost 6 years I've been living in this flat.  When I moved here I made a conscious decision to not buy stuff I don't need or that isn't useful.  Despite this it's still a struggle to sort everything out and move it.  The decorators are starting at 8.00am on Wednesday morning and I've been getting ready since Saturday.  They'll be starting in the bedroom so I've packed up most of he bedroom stuff ready for it to be moved into the living room.  Thankfully, the wardrobe is built in so I can stash stuff inside.  The living room is a different matter entirely.  I've packed up some stuff but there's still a long way to go.  Everywhere I look I can see piles of random papers which don't seem to have a home.  I dread the thought of ever moving.  I'd probably expire from the stress of it all.
My more attentive readers may remember that my bedroom and (to a lesser extent) living room walls were damaged by water leaking from a flat upstairs back in October/November last year. Fortunately, the damage was only superficial but the paintwork and some of the plaster are badly stained and need replacing. The situation was complicated by the fact the buildings insurance is related to freeholder of the building rather than the management company. After a lot of chasing and people not responding to phone calls etc. a loss adjuster finally came out to visit me at the end of April.  He agreed that they would fund the repairs and surveyor from their contractors came out to visit towards the end of May.  The surveyor said that he'd submit the costing to the insurance company and they'd hopefully contact me to arrange to start work in a few weeks time.  I was really busy in June and lost track of time a bit.  When July arrived I realised that it had been a while since I'd heard anything.  I didn't have any contact details for the contractors so I phoned the insurance company again.  They couldn't find my file.  By this stage I was so exasperated that I just laughed it off thinking that I'd probably be chasing them in a week or two.  I was wrong.  Today they sent through a plan of work which had been approved.  My bedroom, which I'd painted less than 6 months before the leak, will look nice again.  Now I need to decide which colours to go for. 

The decorating process is going to be inconveniant to say the least.  I'm going to have to move all the bedroom furniture into the lounge and then two days later move all the lounge furniture into the bedroom.  It's going to be a bit of struggle fitting all the lounge furniture into a bedroom half the size but I'm sure I'll manage.  The worst thing will be moving 200 books for the second year running.

At least the whole saga seems to be coming to an end though.  I think I'll have a party when it's all over :)
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Here begins yet another sad plumbing related story.

Work was closed on Friday as it was our annual Christmas privilege day.  I was woken up at around 10.30am (I was tired!) by someone ringing the doorbell.  Obviously I wasn't dressed so I didn't answer.  The bell rang again that afternoon when I'd just got out of the shower.  By the time I'd put enough clothes on to be decent whoever it was had gone away.  A bit later on I went out and noticed a note stuck to my neighbour's front door.  The note was urging the occupant to contact the person in the flat below as water was pouring into into his bathroom seemingly from her flat.  I was slightly worried but reasoned that it was unlikely to be anything to do with me as all my pipes are on the other side of the flat and if they were leaking the water would most likely be ending up in the flat directly below mine.

I'm a born worrier so I there was still a niggling feeling of dread at the back of my mind.  On Christmas Eve I went to Kingston to pick up some last bits of shopping, then went to my parents' house to collect some gifts that had been delivered there.  When I got home the guy from downstairs rang the doorbell and asked whether I knew how to contact the girl next door.  I didn't and told him I thought she was away as I hadn't heard her moving around for a while.  After he'd gone I decided to investigate my pipework and found that water was dripping from the pipe leading in to the toilet cistern.  I knew that area of the bathroom was a bit damp but had put it down to condensation from cold water coming in to warm bathroom.  I put a towel round the pipe and thought I'd sort it out after Christmas.  Unfortunately, I'd badly underestimated the amount of water dripping out.  Within a  couple of hours the towel was soaked.  It was quite late by this stage so I wrapped another, larger towel around the pipe, put another towel on the bathroom floor and went to bed. 

When I woke up on Christmas morning, both towels were soaked and half the bathroom floor was flooded.  At this stage I did what any slightly useless lone female with a water leak on Christmas morning would do... I phoned my Dad.  By 11am he'd turned off the water going in to the cistern and declared that a new washer was needed.  Thank goodness my Dad is so good at fixing stuff.  I dread to think how expensive and stressful it would have been trying to find an emergency plumber on Christmas Day.

This morning, my parents came to collect me at 10.30am and we went on an exciting trip to Homebase to buy a new part.  The shop was practically empty.  I think everyone else shopping there was trying to sort out some kind of household emergency.  A lot of people seemed to be buying new kettles... Anyway, we got the new part and Dad had fitted it by lunchtime. 

Hopefully, the crisis is over.  The girl next door doesn't seem to be back yet and the guy from downstairs hasn't been up again.  If it was my leak that damaged his flat we'll have to sort it out through the insurance.  All in all a bit of Christmas drama I could have done without but which hopefully didn't have too much of any impact on anyone other than me and my family.

Christmas itself went OK.  It was the same as usual really.  My sister and brother in law spent Christmas Day with us and travelled to Shropshire this morning to spend Boxing Day with his family.  I spent today with my parents and failed to win any board, card or work games.

I wasn't given many gifts as my main present was subscription for Time Out magazine which is great, but not the kind of thing you can wrap up and put under the tree.  I got El Camino by The Black Keys (I'm really excited about seeing them at Alexandra Palace in February), the first volume of The Carrie Diaries (which I will be reading in secret in the flat), some silicone baking tins, the new Hummingbird Bakery cake book, a silver scarf and lots of chocolate and socks and things.

I'm off work for the rest of this week and will be trying to find some new furniture in the sale as I've outgrown some of the pieces I got when I first moved in.  Then on Saturday I'll be seeing in the new year at a wedding in Central London.  I'm so excited :)
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The leak is fixed.  Hurrah!  It turned out that it was coming from inside one of the flats upstairs and once it was pointed out to the owners they sorted it out immediately.  I guess it was under their bath or somewhere they couldn't see it.  My bedroom wall dried out quickly leaving behind it lots of lovely mould which I cleaned off with bleach while I was on strike last Wednesday.  It now looks almost presentable again.  The property management company called earlier this week to say that insurance claims will be dealt with by the owner of the Freehold.  A loss adjuster is coming to look at the damage next week.  Sorting out the paintwork shouldn't be a problem.  It will just need painting with a special type of sealant before repainting.  The main problem is that the skirting board has bowed in the far corner of the room.  With any luck the insurance will cover fixing that and compensate me for the time I've had to take off work waiting for plumbers etc.  The yucky damp, mouldly smell is gradually going away.  Every so often I wear an item of clothing for the first time in ages and it still smells horrid but the general smell is nowhere near as bad as it was in the actual flat.

A nasty side effect of the leak is that it has caused damage to the communal TV ariel and Sky dish.  I knew my TV reception had gone wrong around the time that water started leaking through but thought it might be to do with changes being made ready for the switch over.  Today I recieved a letter from the building managers saying that all the wiring for the ariel and Sky needs to be replaced.  That sounds like a big job which could take a while.  I'd be really fed up if I was Sky subscriber and hadn't been able to benefit from that for weeks.

The whole incident has made me feel horribly grown up.  I'm almost 31 years old but live a life largely free of responsibility outside work.  Let's hope there are no more domestic crisies on the horizon.
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The leak is fixed.  Hurrah!  The management company eventually sent a surveyor out and they discovered that the water was coming from inside one of the flats on the floor above mine.  They sent the owner a letter asking her to fix it and the dripping stopped a few days later.  My bedroom is slowly drying.  The carpet dried quickly (a benefit of having a cheap polyester one) and will survive.  It looks like it's only the paintwork that has suffered any lasting damage.  The main problem is the mould which I will try and clean off once the rest of the wall is dry.  I guess I'll be spending a week or so re-painting it next year.  Unfortunately, two walls have mould patches and water has marked the ceiling so it's not going to be as simple as painting just one wall.  It's also a bit grim that all my clothes smell of damp and mould.  I'm trying to gradually wash them all but it's quite a lot of stuff to get through alongside the everyday laundry.  Really, I'm lucky.  It could have been so much worse if the carpet, my books or clothes had gone mouldy.

Tomorrow, I'm embarking on an international themed pub crawl with some friends from work.  I feel a bit guilty as the international theme was my idea and I've been so rubbish at organising it that someone else got fed up with me and took over.  I got a bit sidetracked as I was trying to find a pub in Central London themed around each of the six contintents.  The task was more difficult than I'd anticipated as most pubs in the centre of town seem to go for a traditional British theme and many of the others are rubbish chain places.  It then got even more complicated as we had to incorporate going to see LB's band who are playing in a not internationally themed pub on the same night.  I'm glad my colleague took the job off my hands.  He's put together a good route (getting additional points for taking account of weekend tube line closures) so it should be great night.

On the subject of gigs I went to see Kid Koala last Friday and it was a bit of a disappointment.  Online the evening looked like it would be pretty interesting.  The audience would sit in inflatable pods and have a 'headphone experience' while Kid Koala performed tracks from the soundtrack to his graphic novel.  Sadly, the reality was somewhat different.  First of all, the inflatable 'pods' were actually inflatable tubes with kind of spongey stuff on the floor.  They weren't very comfortable and there wasn't much leg room.  Secondly, the gig was opened by a guy Kid Koala is colaborating with at the moment whose latest album is called 'The Ten most Depressing Song Ever Written'.  I think it's fair to say that an audience expecting a scratch hip hop gig weren't that impressed with a guy singing miserable songs to guitar.  By the time Kid Koala started his bit of the gig the crowd was beginning to get a bit restless in a very passive agressive trendy Shoreditch type way.  He didn't endear himself to us any further by spending more time talking than actually playing music.  When he actually did some scratching it was impressive but I think he only actually played about six tracks in an hour and a half.  People were occasionally shouting 'Play some f**king music' and other similar heckles.  I remained quiet and clapped politely but I sympathised with the hecklers.  We didn't get to see much of the graphic novel either.  It looked interesting but he only showed us few pages.  Some of the interactive elements were interesting.  There was a kind of interactive village fete crossed with an art exhibition on the way in.  We decorated our own 'space cookies' and could have entered a free raffle or had our photo superimposed on an asteroid to be shot at in an old skool video game.  Generally, I felt it was a good concept poorly executed.  The Village Underground is a very cool venue though.  I'm keen to go back there and see a more convential gig at some point.  On the plus side, earlier on in the evening we went to Bar Kick in Shoreditch High Street and played table football which was a lot of fun.  The men in the party were much better at it than the women (they think about tactics and stuff we were just trying to make sure the ball went vaguely in the direction of the goal!) but I enjoyed it lots.  One of the main benefits of playing table football instead of pool is that it's much quicker so everyone gets to have more turns.  Highly recommended.
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Phoned the housing association/property management company again this morning.  The guy said they're now treating the leak as a priority as it could get into the electrics which is a health and safety issue.  He tried to call the maintenance contractors but couldn't get a response.  He then said he'd pass the case over to his supervisor who should contact me before the end of the day.  I asked them to call on my mobile and went out.  I didn't hear anything.  When I got home this evening I turned the bathroom light on and it blew immediately taking the rest of the lighting ring with it.  Although the bathroom light blows fairly often (the only way to turn on the extractor fan is to turn on the light so I have to leave the light on when I'm drying laundry etc.) it doesn't normally blow the circuit breaker.  I don't think this is a coincidence.  My parents seem to think that the water could be coming from the flat above mine.  Apparently there are no curtains in the windows and when I thought about it I haven't heard any movement from up there in ages.  I guess a pipe might have burst or a tap might have been left on or something similar.  I guess I'll be phoning the housing association again tomorrow...

Now, just to add insult to injury, my TV reception has gone to pieces.  It started going on Tuesday but I thought it was just because it was foggy.  As of today I can't get a digital signal at all and the analogue signal is really fuzzy.  I suspect that water has got into the communal ariel (or the cables connecting my flat to it) but I'm going to borrow an indoor ariel to check it.  In the meantime I'm missing precious episodes of Greek.  I'm series recording it from E4 during the day and we're getting to the bit where Cappie and Casey might be getting back together.  Not a good time to start missing chunks :(

In more positive news I saw a pretty good amateur production of Rudigore this evening.  I know that it's really uncool to admit to liking Gilbert and Sullivan but I genuinely find their plays a low effort and uplifting way to spend a few hours.
Sometimes I think it's safer if I don't book annual leave.  Every time I decide to take a few days off something dreadful happens to cause me not to enjoy it very much.  The last time I took a week of annual leave the London riots kicked off and I thought society as we knew it was going to break down.  This time around water is leaking into my bedroom. 

It all started on Tuesday night when I was woken up by the sound of drips landing on the window sill next to my bed.  I had a look and the bedroom window was soaking. Also the whole window surround was wet and water was starting to spread around the window across the bedroom.  Initially I thought it was really bad condensation, a problem which my parents have struggled with in their house for many years. The flat was brand new when I bought it 5 years ago and I'd never noticed any condensation before, however I'd accidentally left the window vents shut for a few weeks and it's the first winter since I invested in mega thick blackout curtains so I thought I'd bought it on myself.  I dried the window off and laid towells on the window sill, then opened the window and turned the heating up to try and dry it out while I was at work. 

When I arrived home on Wednesday night the damp had spread.  I started trying to dry it off with a hairdryer but it made no difference.  I also noticed that the carpet was soaking in the far corner of the room.  By Thursday evening I'd realised that it wasn't just damp and that water was leaking into the flat from somewhere.  It had rained constantly for several days so I thought maybe the seal of the window frame had gone.  I was off work on Friday afternoon so I phoned the building management company and asked for a window person to be sent out to investigate.  Later on that evening I noticed that the wall on the other side of the window which is normally behind the bed had started going mouldy. 

My parents came round on Saturday to help me move the bed away from the mould and Dad noticed that although it wasn't raining water was pouring down the side of the of the building apparently starting at the floor above mine (I'm on the fourth floor of seven storey block).  It now looks like it's a much bigger problem than just a dodgy window frame.  The most likely culprit seems to be some kind of problem with the gutters and/or waste water drainage.  Annoyingly, I'm now going to have to phone the management company back on Monday and tell them I need a plumber rather than a window person which will no doubt cause a delay in getting it looked at.  Even more annoyingly they sent a plumber out to see me the Friday before last to look at the fact water was dripping over the front walkway from the edge of the false ceiling.  The guy looked at the dripping (it didn't help that it was raining and dripping everywhere at the time) declared that it couldn't be the pipes in the false ceiling and went to have a look upstairs.  He never came back and I heard no more about it.  When I phoned on Friday I didn't realise the two things might be connected.  Now I'm slightly p***ed off that the damage to my bedroom might have been prevented if he'd done something last week.

Now I'm counting the cost.  From my point of view the most upsetting thing is that it's ruined the paintwork on two of the walls I took a week off work to paint in May.  It took a long time to choose the paint colours and there's a chance they may not be available now.  It's also spread to the ceiling and a damp patching is forming around balcony doors in the living room so I'll have to paint those areas too.  My beautiful new curtains were damp so I sent them home with Mum to be aired.  Luckily they hadn't gone mouldy.  The bedroom carpet is soaked in one corner.  It should be possible to dry it out, but I don't like it much so I wouldn't be heartbroken to have to replace it.  My books are safe but I'm going to have to replace one of my Ikea bookcases - again not a tragedy.

I'm quite upset by the whole thing at the moment but I know that much worse could have happened.  I'm insured so at least it shouldn't cost me anything.  The worst thing is the horrible smell of damp which is getting into my clothes.  At least I have some fun stuff planned for my week off to take my mind off of it all. 

If anyone is interested in seeing the damage so far some photos are here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/i_just_hide/sets/72157627945657323/
The last few weeks have been busy.  I'm really hoping that things will ease off from here on in as I finally have a full team at work.  Since my last direct report moved to another team last December I've had four different short term temps which hasn't been easy.  Then in July the other member of the team (who reported to LB) also moved to another team.  We decided that I should manage both assistants in the future so I'm now responsible for a team of two.  The first joined us at the end of August and the second joined this week.  It's so good not to have to worry about finding time to dedicate  to recruitment and all the admin associated with people joining and leaving.  Fingers crossed for a bit of stability going forward. 

Piano lessons are going OK.  As it's a beginners class and I'm a beginner pianist but not a beginner musician I've found a lot of the theory content quite frustrating.  We've spent a considerable amount of time over the past few weeks clapping fairly basic rhythms and discussing time signatures which are all second nature to me.  On the plus side, some of it has been a useful refresher and I'm finally starting to recognise notes in the bass clef without constantly having to work backwards from middle C.  Recently we've been looking at the Largo from Dvorak's New World Symphony (better known in the UK as the Hovis music) which is a lovely piece of music.  I'm trying really hard to play the left and right hands together so I can at least demonstrate to friends and family that I'm making progress.  Our teacher is doing a valiant job at teaching a diverse range of students with very different levels of experience (ranging from people with no music experience at all to someone who got grade 4 piano as a child and it attending as a refresher).  If someone is struggling he finds a way of getting us all to work on something together that will benefit us all instead of singling them out.  It's half term next week but I'm looking forward to getting back to it in November.  Hopefully, we'll be given some Christmas songs to work on.

I've also finally started my attempt to watch every movie featured on the Time Out London list of 100 Greatest British movies.  I'll post my review of 'This is England' in a separate post.

My attempts to get out and do stuff are continuing.  I now have tickets for Kid Koala in November, Hard Fi in December and The Black Keys in February.  After that I guess it will be time to start thinking about festival season again. 

I almost forgot to record the most significant news of all... I finally completed the massive piece of cross stitch I've been working on since February.  It was meant to be a christening gift for a baby who was christened in April so it's only 6 months late.  As someone at work pointed out it'll make a nice Christmas present!  I was so proud of myself for persevering with the dreaded French knots.  After several false starts I seemed to hit a roll and they don't look at all bad.  I also have to compliment the manufacturers (www.dimensions-crafts.com) for the excellent customer services they provided.  I miscounted a section which meant quite a bit of silk had to be unpicked and discarded.  I then realised that I didn't have enough of one colour left to finish off.  As the threads were specially designed for the pattern I had to contact the company to get more.  Dimensions are based in the USA so I expected that I'd have to pay postage and packing at the very least.  I was pleasantly suprised when they sent it to me completely free of charge.

My masterpiece!!!

Now it's on to the next one which should be quicker to complete as it has fewer indiviual stitches.  I think that's what could be described as 'famous last words!'

And finally, this week is National Baking Week.  As I had some eggs to use up I decided to make a coconut cake for the office.  I hadn't done the recipe before so I was pleased that it turned out pretty well.  It also turned out that coconut cakes are the absolute favourite of one colleague which was an added bonus.  Maybe next year I'll try my hand at something more on this scale: http://now-here-this.timeout.com/2011/10/19/national-baking-week-london-tube-map/  Although someone did point out that my cake was a variation on a Victoria sponge so I was sort of sticking with the theme.

This weekend will be spent running errands and shopping.  I urgently need new winter clothes, particularly for work, but I don't like most of the stuff in the shops this year.  Needs must though so I'm going to try again on Sunday.




The last week has been pretty awful.  I started feeling a bit under the weather last Friday and was really quite unwell last weekend.  It was only a cold but I haven't had anything more than a few sniffles for around five years and it hit me hard.  The worst thing is that I haven't been sleeping.  On Monday I slept through both alarms and only woke up when my mum texted at 9.15 to see how I was.  I normally catch the train at 9.16 so I was an hour late for work.  Thank goodness for having an understanding boss.  Work wasn't very productive as I was struggling to concentrate and was working at a snail's pace.  Thankfully, I'm almost back to normal now.  I had a day off work today to use up some flexi and feel much better after a lie in. 

In more positive news I started piano lessons at college on Tuesday.  I was woefully unprepared for my first class.  I hadn't bought a copy of the course text because I couldn't find it online and had been too ill to go out shopping.  I didn't have a pencil and I hadn't bought a folder for papers so they got screwed up in my handbag on the way home.  I'll be doing some serious back to school shopping over the weekend.  We started by learning a bit of basic music theory which was useful revision for me and then played a drill and started working on 'Ode to Joy'.  I've been practicing today and have no idea how I'll ever be able to read two lines of music at once.  Hopefully, I'll get there if I persevere.
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A friend of mine is taking part in Shine London 2011 which involves walking 26 miles over night in aid of Cancer Research UK.  She is working her way through an extensive training plan and I've now kept her company on two long walks.  On Bank Holiday Monday I walked 13.2 miles with her and her husband from Wimbledon, through Wimbledon Common, around Richmond Park and back to Wimbledon Village.  Before the walk I'd been worried that I wouldn't make it all the way round as I'm so chronically unfit but we all made it without any major problems.  It helped that it was a really good day for walking.  Not too hot and not too cool with plenty of sunshine.  We walked all round the park including up to the top of King Henry's Mound where we got to see the famous view of St Paul's Cathedral 10 miles away.  It's also a great time of year to see the Richmond Park deer.  We saw several lone red stags wandering around (probably preparing for the rut in the autum), a large group of red deer including females and young and some of the smaller fallow deer which are usually more difficult to spot (I was suprised to read on the website that there are more fallow deer than red deer in the park - I always see more red ones).  I also saw the windmill at Wimbledon Common for the first time and learnt that Lord Baden Powell wrote some of the Scouting Book for Boys there.  Hopefully, I'll be able to go back there one day to visit the little museum.

Today my friend's target distance was 14 miles.  We met up with another friend to walk part of the Capital Ring from Richmond to Greenford.  This comprises two sections of the Capital Ring which are five miles each (Richmond to Osterley Lock and Osterley Lock to Greenford) so we knew we would have to tack a few more miles on the end.  Unfortunately, the weather forecast wasn't that great and for once it was right.  It started raining when we got to Isleworth and by the time we entered Syon Park it was tipping it down.  We stopped off and ate our packed lunches standing in the covered entrance to Syon Park Garden Centre.  It felt very British!  The next few miles mainly followed the Grand Union Canal and it wasn't that enjoyable in the pouring rain.  However, we carried on and by the time we got to Hanwell Lock it had pretty much stopped.  We walked through Perivale and Greenford (areas of London that I don't know at all) and decided to carry on to do the next stage of the walk ending in Harrow on the Hill.  The last section of the walk was lovely.  The hills were a bit of a shock to our tired legs but we got to see a great view over North London all the way to the Chilterns.  Finally we found ourselves walking through all the historic buildings of Harrow School.  My legs ache loads now but it was a great way to spend a day. 
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I've signed up for piano lessons at the local adult education college.  I've wanted to learn the piano since I was at school so I'm really excited.  Classes start on 19th September so not long to wait.  The course is called 'Piano from the Beginning' and seems to include quite a lot of music theory.  I can already read music written for the treble clef fairly well as a result of 10 years of clarinet lessons but the bass clef is like a foreign language.  I learnt a bit about it for GCSE music but I've completely forgotten it now.  I may dig out my trusty A-B Guide to Music Theory and do a bit of revision.


This weekend will mainly be spent buying shoes and cooking a quiche.  A colleague is leaving our team on Friday and she explained some time ago that whereas some people have a fantasy football team, she has a fantasy quiche.  The last time I attempted to make a quiche was a terrible disaster.  I was living in halls at the time with a cruddy oven with no glass panel in the door.  I'd failed to bake the base enough before adding the filling and it leaked through the pastry, through the loose bottomed quiche dish on to the bottom of the oven and finally out through the oven door on to the floor!  This time around I've borrowed a solid bottomed dish from mum (I think the old one may have been chucked out in a fit of rage!) and taken her advice about baking the base well before filling.  I'm going to make a practice version tomorrow and test it out on my unfortunate victims parents before making the real thing on Wednesday night.  Wish me luck!


A few months ago I wrote that I was going to try and watch all the Time Out Top 100 British Movies which I hadn't seen already.  I started by ordering numbers 90-100 from Lovefilm.  The project didn't progress very far as Lovefilm then decided to send me all four series of Coupling which took some time to get through as I only subscribe to 2 discs a month.  Yesterday my first 'Top 100' movie arrived.  It's 'This is England'.  I guess it was highly likely that this would be sent first as it's the newest one I ordered so they probably have more copies available.  However, it's also a bit disappointing it seems to be shown quite regularly on Film4 and I could have saved a rental by recording it from there.  Oh well.  Watch this space for my first review.


Tonight sucks.  I'm too scared to look at Twitter because BBC London Travel is continuously reporting new riots.  I have a mental map of where all my friends live and keep worrying that the next message will mention their street.  I think I'm pretty safe way out here in the west at the moment but the situation seems to be changing by the minute.

This time last week I was out in Camden and didn't think twice about it.  Tonight I wouldn't have been brave enough to go.

Sending best wishes out to everyone in London (especially [livejournal.com profile] hestia8 ) and hoping that everything is calm again soon.

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