My new career as a burglar...
Jan. 5th, 2004 09:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
julietCouldn't sleep last night - think I got about 3 or 4 hours in the end. Bit spacey as a result.
Quietish weekend, apart from the bit that involved me discovering exactly how easy it is to break into our back garden, by, um, breaking into our back garden. (There was a reason for this: I left the back door keys in the shed, & then locked the back door, thus leaving no way to get into the garden) Pete assisted me over the big metal door into the alleyway out behind Southwark College, & then I had to get myself over the fence. This would have been a lot more difficult had the people who last broke into our garden not helpfully left a plastic chair in said alleyway which assisted greatly in the climb (I kidnapped the chair & took it away after I was done, I might add). The shrubbery by our back fence is pretty damn spiky. However, the endeavour was ultimately successful, interrupted only by 2 different sets of neighbours coming to shout at me whilst I was halfway over various fences. Thankfully they bought the "but I'm breaking into my own garden!" line. Possibly this is an occasion where this Home Counties accent people tell me I have comes in quite handy.
So. Lesson from this weekend: do not lock the back door without checking that you have the keys with you. Still, at least all those years of climbing trees, fences, etc etc as a kid finally came in handy.
Other than that, quietish.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
martling came round on Saturday, which was nice. Spent Sat evening on the sofa with Pete, reading LOTR slash (oh dear oh dear - but it is *very* funny), watching Bonnie & Clyde, & knitting. Current Secret Knitting Project going v well indeed. Sunday we did many useful things, including cleaning ratcage, washing-up, washing clothes, hacking down overgrown shrubbery[0] (hence the keys/fence interlude described above), taking the recycling to the recycling bin, etc etc. And then I met up with kitty_goth for a swift half of Coke (I am off the booze for a week or so post-NY), which was also obviously a Good Thing.
And I slept lots, then wasted it all by this insomnia nonsense last night, grrRRRR.
Werk, then.
[0] Hacking is about right. My approach to pruning is of the "take off & nuke the site from orbit. It's the only way to be sure" variety. What I *really* want is a chainsaw, but for the moment secateurs & a healthy enthusiasm will have to do.
Quietish weekend, apart from the bit that involved me discovering exactly how easy it is to break into our back garden, by, um, breaking into our back garden. (There was a reason for this: I left the back door keys in the shed, & then locked the back door, thus leaving no way to get into the garden) Pete assisted me over the big metal door into the alleyway out behind Southwark College, & then I had to get myself over the fence. This would have been a lot more difficult had the people who last broke into our garden not helpfully left a plastic chair in said alleyway which assisted greatly in the climb (I kidnapped the chair & took it away after I was done, I might add). The shrubbery by our back fence is pretty damn spiky. However, the endeavour was ultimately successful, interrupted only by 2 different sets of neighbours coming to shout at me whilst I was halfway over various fences. Thankfully they bought the "but I'm breaking into my own garden!" line. Possibly this is an occasion where this Home Counties accent people tell me I have comes in quite handy.
So. Lesson from this weekend: do not lock the back door without checking that you have the keys with you. Still, at least all those years of climbing trees, fences, etc etc as a kid finally came in handy.
Other than that, quietish.
martling came round on Saturday, which was nice. Spent Sat evening on the sofa with Pete, reading LOTR slash (oh dear oh dear - but it is *very* funny), watching Bonnie & Clyde, & knitting. Current Secret Knitting Project going v well indeed. Sunday we did many useful things, including cleaning ratcage, washing-up, washing clothes, hacking down overgrown shrubbery[0] (hence the keys/fence interlude described above), taking the recycling to the recycling bin, etc etc. And then I met up with kitty_goth for a swift half of Coke (I am off the booze for a week or so post-NY), which was also obviously a Good Thing.And I slept lots, then wasted it all by this insomnia nonsense last night, grrRRRR.
Werk, then.
[0] Hacking is about right. My approach to pruning is of the "take off & nuke the site from orbit. It's the only way to be sure" variety. What I *really* want is a chainsaw, but for the moment secateurs & a healthy enthusiasm will have to do.
