Did persons unknown manage to link to this blog via a search for ‘the worst plane crash ever?’
Yes, I may have been absent from the blogosphere for nearly a month, but I am still alive and kicking; in a gentle restrained Miffyesque manner. What’s been lacking is energy (not surprising with this heatwave). mixed t with exhaustion in part brought on from family fallout, Mr M being away, and general angst, wobbles and mild depression. Come to think of it, that search string isn’t so surprising, after all.
So, to update. What’s been afoot chez Miffy this summer?
Mr M goes from strength to strength cycle wise and is looking even more like an earnest, brown twiglet. For a retrospective on his grand tour see
where I think, he’s currently in Masstricht.
(OK, what happened to my HTML?!)
Ms M, I think I already mentioned, passed her course with distinction, has packed up her flat, reorganised our loft, found somewhere to live in S London with some friends, and is currently upstairs running up some cushion covers for said house. She and housemates have yet to puzzle out how to alter the shower to accomodate the one tenant who measures 6′ 5″ plus in height. Cutting a hole in the bathroom ceiling is not an option, I gather.
Oh, and inbetween, she managed to fit in a quick trip to Tunisia (suitably kitted out with body enveloping scarves and caftans). She returned with turkish delight, sundry pieces of pottery and a distinctly weird pipey device that gives her more than a passing resemblance to the caterpillar in ‘Alice.’ For pretty obvous reasons, she will NOT be working in Cyprus prior to taking up her college place. London maybe.
Little Miff managed to fit in his GCSEs inbetween sundry social engagements and is anxiously (in a remarkably laid- back sort of way) awaiting results. Since term finished he’s managed to clock up attendance at more parties than his parents managed during their combined time as students way back in the not-so-swinging seventies. He’s passed a pleasant week in Cornwall – returning with a fine collection of T shirts of dubious literary merit, and varying degrees of offensiveness! Whilst he was there, he kindly checked out the hotel where we spent our honeymoon, many years ago, and confirmed that it has not yet fallen off the side of a cliff into the sea. Thus our Silver Wedding holiday venue (in two years time) is assured. Much to our relief, he was not amongst those in the party who were thrown out of their accomodation for possession of sundry dubious substances. In reality rather unfair, as the entire flat was thrown out into outer darkness for the shenanigans of just two members. And you can be sure there was plenty of weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth about that one, especially by the poor parents.
Miffdog continues as normal, give or take the odd gippy tummy. Having recently had his coat stripped, he currently resembles nothing so much as a pinkish, slightly worried looking pig. This last being due to the kamikaze exploits of Viking cat,who living up to his name, has turned into the neighbourhood kung-foo champion. Totally unprovoked attacks. I tell you, if you’ve never seen a 15 year old, slightly overweight feline – claws extended, flying through the air and landing on the poor dog’s back, you’ve not seen life. Poor Miffdog has taken to lying in his basket, back turned to the world. Taking the (entirely logical to his mind) view that if the cat can’t see his face, he must therefore be invisible!
In Godivaland, life continues as normal. IOW, not normal.
As for myself, I had not a change, but a break a few weeks back, with the summer school for the course I’m doing. I set out frazzled, and wondering if it was really worth continuing, and returned still tired but ever so slightly less frazzled, and all charged up. (I think with all the recent strain at home, I’d forgotten how to be a grown-up!). My brain is buzzing (again in a restrained…etc etc) I’ve completed another assignment (the fact that it keeps bouncing back from my tutor like a rubber ball is neither here nor there), have moved on to the last third of the current module, and am booked to go back up for a vocations weekend in just over a months time.
(I’m still a grumpy old so and so, mind you. Still what’s new?)
RIGHT!! That’s enough time- wasting. I’m off…