------------ ---------- Diary of a Goldfish: The best laid plans


Diary of a Goldfish

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

The best laid plans

So I finish all my card-writing and get them all in the post in reasonable time. Then I take one last look at the list and it occurs to me that one of my oldest and closest friends - the friend who I have more contact with than any other - is completely absent from the list. Okay. First Class Stamp for that one, I reckon...

Otherwise, I'm almost ready for Christmas. There are a few bits and pieces I'm yet to do, but it is mostly non-panicking fun stuff. Just now I am saving my energy for Thursday when I am hopefully going to have a Grand Adventure.

As a birthday present from my folks, we're going to have an adventure in Cambridge. We are going to the Sedgwick Museum of Earth Sciences. They have an iguanadon skeleton and [...] has never ever seen a dinosaur skeleton - imagine! They also have stuff like Darwin's geological writings and artifacts (although for all I know, Darwin was a crap geologist and this is just a collection of rocks labelled "grey rock", "dark grey rock", "even darker grey rock" etc.).

I like dinosaurs. They found a new species recently, which according to the illustration on the BBC News website (a) strode about with somewhat of a mince and (b) was the natural prey of the Routemaster Bus. I knew those old buses were extinct now, but I didn't realise they'd been about so long.

(Actually, when I just found that link to put in, the picture had changed to show a single-decker bus, but I promise, it had been an old-fashioned double-decker red London bus last week when the story was reported.)

The reason I'm telling you all about proposed adventure is that I'm really quite anxious I won't be well enough and it won't happen, but if I write here that it will happen, then perhaps by magic it will.

No, me neither, but it's worth a shot. I do seem to be picking up, slowly but surely.

In other news, [...] stripped the wallpaper off in the hall to find, written in big capital letters on the plaster, No sex today later. No idea what that means, especially the "later" bit, but better than finding Die die die or Accursed are all those who dwell within, I guess.

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Comments on "The best laid plans"

 

Blogger fluttertongue said ... (6:12 PM) : 

Ooo did you hear about the huge underwater scorpion fossil they found recently in Germany? Apparently it is eight feet long. Gives me the willies to think about it but I bet it would be exceedingly cool to have found the fossil!

 

Blogger Jess said ... (7:52 PM) : 

Also better than finding "Don't Blink!" scrawled on the wall. And then an angel statue out in the garden. Heh.

It's almost time for new Doctor Who! Can you tell I'm excited? :D

I hope your trip goes just as as splendidly as it ought. You deserve a trip to Cambridge.:)

True Cambridge story for your amusement: so the hubby and I were killing some time at the Borders branch there in Cambridge, upstairs in the cafe. I'm paying for coffee when hubby taps me on the shoulder.

"Look who it is," he mutters.

I look. I don't see anyone. "Who?"

"Stephen Hawking," says hubby.

"Where?"

"There. Look."

I turn. I look. I look harder, and harder still. Soon I'm gaping in a really rather obvious, yet blank, fashion. I pirouette a full 360 degrees and still don't see Stephen Hawking. By this time I decide that it's probably not a good idea to keep standing around gawping, so I head over to an empty table across the room where, I figure, I can rubberneck less conspicuously.

Hubby joins me. We sit. "So where is he?" I say, because I genuinely don't know.

"Well you won't see him now," hubby says, pointing to a pillar. "He's sitting the other side of that." The pillar he's pointing to is directly opposite the till, not three feet from where I've just been doing my gawpy little "Where's Stephen Hawking?" dance.

To this day I have only ever seen Stephen Hawking on the telly. I can only hope he never noticed the spinning twit in the Borders cafe, so it all comes out even.

 

Blogger Katie said ... (1:19 PM) : 

Ooh the dino museum in Cambridge is VERY good.

I hope you make it.

There is also a very good teashop near St John's College, but I can't for the life of me remember its name.

Sorry that is not very useful.

Fingers crossed, tho.

x

 

Blogger saraarts said ... (3:16 PM) : 

Ooooh, fingers crossed!

Isn't it wild to think of the Sahara as a once-upon-a-time swamp full of gigantic predatory beasts?

 

Anonymous Anonymous said ... (10:11 PM) : 

"No sex today later" - i reckon the woman who lived there before you must have been having an affair with the decorator and needed to leave him a message. Add a bit of punctuation and it could mean "no sex today (because my husband is home) - later (in the week will be fine) :)

Radio Clare

 

Blogger Karen said ... (3:29 PM) : 

LOL, that was too funny about finding that message in the wall.

Happy Holidays!

 

Blogger Marcelle Proust said ... (8:24 PM) : 

Maybe there were little boxes by "today" and "later"--check one?

 

Blogger the fruitfemme said ... (3:25 AM) : 

That message under the wallpaper is hillarious. I might try that when I need to communicate with my partner. Please pick up milk B4 coming home! (wallpaper, wallpaper, wallpaper)

 

Blogger Gökhan said ... (6:29 PM) : 

Thank you

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Anonymous Bosna Hersek Havayollari said ... (11:34 AM) : 

Ooh the dino museum in Cambridge is VERY good.

 

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