Where I've been & stuff

[soulstar]

1. My lovely Noxie came to stay for a week and we did stuff like:
   • meander around the Old Town and shop and stuff;
   • have Sunday lunch with Ally, ladymoonray and tamaranth, then repair to the beach where Ally made me into beach art (which I am now suffering for, as I seem to have had a nasty allergic reaction to the feathers she stuck in my sandals, oops) and then go see PotC3 of which I will probably burble more in another post (in short: awesome! but also with the bitter-sweet.);
   • go to Brighton and shop in the Lanes;
   • go to the fabulous Tokio Hotel gig at the Islington Carling Academy which rocked like a very rocking rock gig with added hot boys, hoorah!;
   • watch Doctor Who (see below) and Holby Blue (police boyfriends!) and Life on Mars (the police boyfriends OTP!), but miss Dalziel and Pascoe (original police boyfriends!), oops;
   and all in all it was a very fast paced week!


2. Doctor Who OMG *FLAIL* ahdfjshgasigfjhsklfjsdakljf!!!!!!!!!!!!ELEVENTY!!!!!!!!! etc etc etc and so on.  Seriously, hgfusjhfioasjfiodsj.  Can be no more coherent.  Except, oh yeah: *LOVELOVELOVE*.  Also, GUH.  (Possibly more on this to come if I can string something together without my brain shorting out.)


3. I really want to write fic now.  A lot.  I have thoughts / bunnies tumbling around my head for LoM, PotC and now DW.  But no time to sit and write, waaah!  Unless I try in the back of the car tomorrow and Tuesday.  But I've also been having that problem where I have the ideas, but getting them out of my head and down into story form is just hard.  Bad brain, behave better. 


4. There is no number 4 (those from the beach on Sunday should know what that means) *g*


5. My insurance thingy from the car accident back in December has been settled (the person who hit me and the other car is, amazingly, officially fully responsible) so I should be getting the payment through soon.  This is a big relief, cos it means I'll be able to pay the rent I owe, and so on.  Debt cancellation = yay.


6. My aunt Mary died.  She was one of my Dad's older sisters, one of the mad Irish twins, the one he was closest to.  She had cancer, we knew it was coming fairly soon, but then it happened even more quickly than expected.  Her heart gave way, having been weakened by a slight stroke from a while ago.  To be honest, that was probably the best thing, because the cancer was pretty horrible and painful for her.  She went peacefully, and even though I'll miss her and I wish I could have seen or at least spoken to her again, I love her and I'm glad of that.  So I'm going to try to remember her as she was: a wonderfully eccentric and energetic lady.  And here's a photo of me and her at Christmas a few years ago, with her dogs Holly (curled up on the sofa) and Flame (the noble-looking but-really-naughty one *g*)
   
   She doesn't look 80-ish, does she?  Not that any of Dad's family have ever looked or acted their ages.  Hee :-)  So yes.  It's that spirit of... mischievousness that I want to remember.  And preferably keep alive.  It seems to run in the family anyway, and I think that's mostly a good thing.


7. However, funerals, particularly since Dad's, make me cry my eyes out.  So I'm probably going to be in a bit of a state for the actual event.  :-/  I hate that.  I don't want to upset my poor cousin Ray even more with my own over-emotionalism.  Bottling it up's no good either, though.  Ah well, I expect I'll be OK.


8. On the other hand, part of me is looking forward to seeing my cousins and my aunt Gladys again.  I wish we all lived a bit nearer each other and could get together more often.  The last few years, it's only been for 'family event' type things.  Still, at least Ray is moving back down here soon.  That'll be good.


9. So tomorrow me, Mum and Martin are off up to Blackpool for the funeral on Tuesday morning.  Since I can't drive (I've been de-licensed due to my meds) I'm relegated to the back seat of the car, in charge of foodstuffs, knitting, reading pr0n the map if the non-driver wants a break, and (possibly) writing fic, while M and Mum do the driving.  Mostly M, or we won't be there for a week, as Mum hasn't driven any further than Eastbourne (about 20 miles max) since she started driving again, and is a bit intimidated by the thought of motorways and lorries.  This means she'll likely be going at 40mph in the slow lane... at which point I'll be laying down in the back seat and pretending not to be there at all ;-)  No, I'm sure she won't be that bad... she has no probs with going at 60 along the relevant bits of road to Battle and Eastbourne.  Anyway, the point is, going now, back Tuesday evening.


10. TTFN.  *waves*

Comments

[tamaranth.livejournal.com]

Hi darling! And many many *hugs* for tomorrow.

Re writing: just scribble down outline, or notes, or dialogue lines or anything -- then you'll have something to build on when you do have time.

boo to feather allergies! Yay to POTC, except I did turn to K at one point and say, "Poor Lou, it must be just about That Bit With Norrington now."

***hugs***

[soulstar.livejournal.com]

Thank you, sweetie. *hugs*

just scribble down outline, or notes, or dialogue lines or anything -- then you'll have something to build on when you do have time

Oh, that's a good plan. I shall give it a go! Otherwise these things just linger and eventually languish inside my brain. And we can't have that, nope.

boo to feather allergies!

Boo indeed! I never think of being allergic to feathers, but since feather pillows make me sneeze and wheeze, I guess I must be! Something to remember for the future. Anyway, it's going down now, so that's good.

That Bit With Norrington

*sob!!!!!!* I'm glad I was forewarned for that - it would have been Too Much! But it's all ok now: my brain has come up with a way of getting around it. Hoorah! And perhaps there are other fics out there which have done the same?... *hopeful*

*BIG HUGS*

[missnoxie.livejournal.com]

2. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! *runs around like a headless chicken*

3. Dear Lou's brain, please be good and let my darling hobband write fic. Thank you! :D

4. Bawha! I kept it, you know. ;-)

7. I hope the funeral will be okay for you, darling. By the time you read this, you'll probably be back home already (unless you have internet access in Blackpool), but I just wanted to let you know that I've been thinking of you. Lots. And I wish I could give you real life hugs instead of just virtual hugs. But yeah. *HUGS*

[soulstar.livejournal.com]

2. Have you seen it? Have you SEEN IT????????????????? *headsplodey liek woah*

3. Brain hasn't co-operated yet, as it translates 'sitting in the back of the car' to 'sleep time! *zonk*'. But I am hopeful.

4. Well, it did say you should! *g* Wheeeeeee!

7. It wasn't bad - we just had a family one, and the vicar hadn't known Mary... which made it kind of impersonal. Part of me didn't like that, because it wasn't nearly as nice as Dad's, but part of me was relieved because that made it less upsetting, if you see what I mean. We'd had a really nice meal out the night before with Ray and Wendy, which was lovely, and it was good to see my aunt Gladys and my cousins Malcolm and Beverley (who is just a bit older than us). So, good stuff and blah stuff. *HUGS*

Chat Friday, maybe?