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« Reply #4095 on: 00:05:38, 12-12-2007 » |
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Why is it that at 11:50, when I should be making notes towards this lecture I'm giving tomorrow morning, that the idea of moving the furniture around in my bedroom suddenly seems incredibly attractive?
Because you are taking the idea of displacement activity to literal extremes, maybe?  Never thought of that, Ron! It happens to me too, though, hh. |
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« Reply #4096 on: 00:10:07, 12-12-2007 » |
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Why is it that at 11:50, when I should be making notes towards this lecture I'm giving tomorrow morning, that the idea of moving the furniture around in my bedroom suddenly seems incredibly attractive?
Because you are taking the idea of displacement activity to literal extremes, maybe? Never thought of that, Ron! It happens to me too, though, hh. Hmmm, sounds disconcertingly familiar to me too  |
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« Reply #4097 on: 00:15:02, 12-12-2007 » |
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Why is it that at 11:50, when I should be making notes towards this lecture I'm giving tomorrow morning, that the idea of moving the furniture around in my bedroom suddenly seems incredibly attractive?
Because you are taking the idea of displacement activity to literal extremes, maybe? Never thought of that, Ron! It happens to me too, though, hh. Hmmm, sounds disconcertingly familiar to me too I like it better in the new position even though it's taking up more space in the room and thus making it look smaller. We'll have to see how practical it is and whether or not I can fit my desk in as planned with it there. |
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« Reply #4098 on: 00:52:56, 12-12-2007 » |
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I only made that comment because it's a Ron habit, too, hh!
The arrival of these huge speakers in the study has entailed some major shifting, with half the room having to be moved round a further 90 degrees, and every bit of electronics requiring disconnection, relocation and rewiring: that's seventeen pieces of equipment and a horrendous amount of cable: even the computer desk has had to be reversed, because the sound feeds to the two computers are now on the opposite sides to where they were.... There were more important things I ought to have been doing today, like finishing the design of the Christmas cards, but there we go...
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« Reply #4099 on: 18:39:21, 12-12-2007 » |
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I meant to mention this yesterday but was too busy... "Pigeon's aren't they stupid", part 1Yesterday evening, a huge Pigeon flew down our chimney and made a huge mess by spraying soot everywhere. It was lucky it didn't hurt itself as the fire was going at the time. Lynn had the presence of mind to throw a towel over it and put it outisde before it made any more mess. "Pigeon's aren't they stupid", part 2This morning, the stupid thing was still there, quite happily sat on the lawn having survived a harsh frost. The cat had a sniff and was then put back indoors. Then the pigeon decided to attempt a take off. It flew a few feet, landed on the neighbours shed roof, took off again, changed direction and flew into our kitchen window, stunning itself again. It's still alive and is sitting in the privet bush underneath the window. |
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« Reply #4100 on: 20:30:25, 12-12-2007 » |
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Hmm Poor pigeon probably wasn't being stupid the second time... (and I do doubt he flew down your chimney in the first place!)
He must have been injured - no uninjured wild bird would willingly sit on a frosty lawn all night then fly into a window. Poor thing. Expect it'll be caught and eaten by something four-legged soon. Do you have foxes?
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« Reply #4101 on: 20:34:16, 12-12-2007 » |
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Ok MJ, good point! He probably tried to stay warm and fell asleep and down the chimney. We assumed he was in shock overnight as he flew off fairly easily onto the neighbours shed. We may have foxes, we're not sure but there are plenty of cats. I couldn't see any sign of him when I looked after dinner so he's probably flown off (no feathers or blood in evidence!) so that's good.
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« Reply #4102 on: 20:47:11, 12-12-2007 » |
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Ok MJ, good point! He probably tried to stay warm and fell asleep and down the chimney.
Which reminds me of this story:  Know it? Anyway, glad your pigeon's flown away now! Oh, just realised, far too  for this thread...your first pigeon post was suitably grumpy, then my reply prompted a happy ending from you! Sorry! |
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« Reply #4103 on: 21:21:47, 12-12-2007 » |
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Everybody else has gifts under their Christmas tree. We've got a catpan.
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« Reply #4104 on: 21:48:27, 12-12-2007 » |
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Which reminds me of this story: Know it? Know it? For some reason, maybe not unconnected with a certain young lady now in her early twenties, a few lines of it appear to be lodged in my mind; "....Everybody was busy, Grandpa was busy, xxxx was busy..." possibly because the story had to be read in a Brum accent, and 'busy' in that accent with the upward ski-slope of its final tripthong is an absolutely wonderful sound which would provoke gales of laughter. There was also The Church Mice at Christmas, which included a brilliant picture of a cat inveigled into being a reindeer for the mice, wearing improvised antlers and an expression of the utmost displeasure. These books were a regular feature of Christmas for years. The last Mog book, which takes place after Mog has died, is incredibly moving, and ultimately very reassuring. I came across it in a bookshop a couple of days after having had to take a much loved and loving small tabby to the vet for her final journey, itself the culmination of one of the worst weeks of my life, and it was the most helpful thing could have happened. |
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« Reply #4105 on: 23:39:51, 12-12-2007 » |
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The last Mog book, which takes place after Mog has died, is incredibly moving, and ultimately very reassuring. I came across it in a bookshop a couple of days after having had to take a much loved and loving small tabby to the vet for her final journey, itself the culmination of one of the worst weeks of my life, and it was the most helpful thing could have happened.
Couldn't bear to buy that one when it came out, Ron...Mog should live on (though I can understand how a book like that can help children come to terms with their own loss). But, we wouldn't have wanted, say, Winnie-the-Pooh to go up to the great honey-pot in the sky would we? I have some of those church mice books somewhere - wasn't the cat called Samson? Haven't read them for years. Whereas we all know the Mog books very well. Mog and the V.E.T. is a good one! I'd love to hear you read Mog at Christmas in a Brum accent! |
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« Reply #4106 on: 23:54:22, 12-12-2007 » |
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But, we wouldn't have wanted, say, Winnie-the-Pooh to go up to the great honey-pot in the sky would we? I thought he did MJ!  |
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« Reply #4107 on: 09:47:15, 13-12-2007 » |
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Grrrrrrrrrrrrr  1) My gym is closed due to a fire there yesterday. Nobody knows when it will reopen  2) I was booked onto a residential course through work which was supposed to be taking place in January. Today I have been informed that thanks to a clash with a compulsory corporate event (in which I have no interest whatsoever) the course has been put back a day. I now can't do it at all, because (a) I've booked non-refundable theatre tickets for my brother's Christmas present for the night I would have to stay over on the course, and (b) I could have taken two days out of the office that week, but there's no way I could manage three. So I have had to email the course organisers and tell them I can't do it any more This was, to the best of my knowledge, the last of several opportunities to take the course (I chose the date because it was the only available date on which I had neither an impending work deadline nor an evening commitment) so there won't be any alternative dates |
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Ein süßer, heiliger Akkord von dir
Den Himmel beßrer Zeiten mir erschlossen,
Du holde Kunst, ich danke dir dafür!
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« Reply #4108 on: 12:02:40, 13-12-2007 » |
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I'm tempted at the moment to start a thread with the above title! Brrrrrrr
A large Scandinavian high is developing which is always a recipe for cold weather in the winter. Let's hope that no Atlantic depression tracks to the south of the high, that often produces snow, especially in the E & SE.
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« Reply #4109 on: 12:43:12, 13-12-2007 » |
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I've got to get used to this temperature! We're going to Lapland on Sunday! Much colder there....  |
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