lizziec: (toys - Giraffe)
We went on holiday to Norfolk this year, to this beautiful cottage called "Remus" in Larling, through this brilliant company who let holiday cottages in five locales, despite being called "Best of Suffolk" ;)

I was pretty excited about going, but didn't realise how much I really needed to get away from everything after the year we've had so far. And I really did need to get away, and feel miles better for having done so.

Day One - Friday 3rd September - Travelling and settling in )

Day Two - Saturday 4th September - Relaxing in the cottage )

Day Three - Sunday 5th September - Bure Valley Railway and Great Yarmouth )

Day Four - Monday 6th September - Banham Zoo (featuring Giraffes) )

Day Five - Tuesday 7th September - The world's most disappointing Toy and Model Expo and England's only Whisky distillery )

Day Six - Wednesday 8th September - IWM Duxford )

Day Seven - Thursday 9th September - Norwich )

Day Eight - Friday 10th September - Home again (with a stop at Bluewater en-route) )

It was really good to be away, but it was quite nice to get home again.

The fantastic news, and a good way to round off our holiday, is this was our last holiday in which I had to do all the driving, because on Monday, Ben passed his driving test first time \o/ (though this does mean I now have to share the car ;))

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lizziec: (toys - Giraffe)
We went on holiday to Norfolk this year, to this beautiful cottage called "Remus" in Larling, through this brilliant company who let holiday cottages in five locales, despite being called "Best of Suffolk" ;)

I was pretty excited about going, but didn't realise how much I really needed to get away from everything after the year we've had so far. And I really did need to get away, and feel miles better for having done so.

Day One - Friday 3rd September - Travelling and settling in )

Day Two - Saturday 4th September - Relaxing in the cottage )

Day Three - Sunday 5th September - Bure Valley Railway and Great Yarmouth )

Day Four - Monday 6th September - Banham Zoo (featuring Giraffes) )

Day Five - Tuesday 7th September - The world's most disappointing Toy and Model Expo and England's only Whisky distillery )

Day Six - Wednesday 8th September - IWM Duxford )

Day Seven - Thursday 9th September - Norwich )

Day Eight - Friday 10th September - Home again (with a stop at Bluewater en-route) )

It was really good to be away, but it was quite nice to get home again.

The fantastic news, and a good way to round off our holiday, is this was our last holiday in which I had to do all the driving, because on Monday, Ben passed his driving test first time \o/ (though this does mean I now have to share the car ;))

This entry was originally posted at http://lizziec.dreamwidth.org/414937.html. There are currently comment count unavailable comments on the original entry.
lizziec: (Granny's garden bee)
We went on holiday to Norfolk this year, to this beautiful cottage called "Remus" in Larling, through this brilliant company who let holiday cottages in five locales, despite being called "Best of Suffolk" ;)

I was pretty excited about going, but didn't realise how much I really needed to get away from everything after the year we've had so far. And I really did need to get away, and feel miles better for having done so.

Day One - Friday 3rd September - Travelling and settling in )

Day Two - Saturday 4th September - Relaxing in the cottage )

Day Three - Sunday 5th September - Bure Valley Railway and Great Yarmouth )

Day Four - Monday 6th September - Banham Zoo (featuring Giraffes) )

Day Five - Tuesday 7th September - The world's most disappointing Toy and Model Expo and England's only Whisky distillery )

Day Six - Wednesday 8th September - IWM Duxford )

Day Seven - Thursday 9th September - Norwich )

Day Eight - Friday 10th September - Home again (with a stop at Bluewater en-route) )

It was really good to be away, but it was quite nice to get home again.

The fantastic news, and a good way to round off our holiday, is this was our last holiday in which I had to do all the driving, because on Monday, Ben passed his driving test first time \o/ (though this does mean I now have to share the car ;))
lizziec: (cartoon penguins stealing sanity)
First things first, Phil's first driving lesson sounds like it went ok. Most of what he describes pretty much sums up my first lesson, so I'm not overly worried. He's on mum's insurance now, so I'll be taking him out (in her car) for some practicing Real Soon Now.

Apologies if you have read this somewhere else. Mum copy pasted an email I sent out about this to her friends list on LJ and facebook, so I will be repeating a lot of it. It's rather long, please bare bear stay with me.

rambling )

We were seen quickly by a consultant Mr Williamson who was utterly lovely and spent a good half hour with us, telling us actually very little in terms of hard fact, but making us feel better anyway )

Each hospital has its downsides.

In which I wibble prematurely about the logistics of various hospitals )

So anyway, the registrar is chasing down mum's results and then we should have a plan. A follow up appointment has been booked for the same clinic next week, though tomorrow (Friday) will tell us whether or not we'll make it to that appointment. Basically, when they get the results tomorrow, if it turns out to be one of a list of uber bad (as opposed to just really bad) (he didn't tell us what was on that list) then we'll get a call in the morning telling us to get to a hospital (the Marsden or St Georges) ASAP to start treatment immediately... which is pretty damn scary to contemplate. If that happens then we won't need to make the appointment next Thursday.

Long brain dump so far, sorry. There's still some to go.

Macmillan nurse and dietician )

Came back, and in between making a nusance of myself by making mum eat every two hours, I've made all the phonecalls to tell people how she is, written emails for other people, shopped and cooked. Now I'm very tired and grumpy, and still rather worried actually. Mum's feeling a bit better today in that she was convinced they'd tell her she would die tomorrow, which they didn't. Not in the physical sense though, as she's been hugely sick tonight (she thinks it's caused by the new painkillers, which were subbed for the co-codomol which was giving her nightmares). Hopefully we'll get the GP (who we're seeing tomorrow) to give us yet another prescription for painkillers and we can find something that works without making mum too sleepy or sick. And hopefully she got some nutrition out of the food I made her eat before she threw it all up again.

Up early for GP tomorrow, and then if there's no urgent "get here now" call by lunchtime I'll meander back to Canterbury for two days of R&R (and things that actually need to be done) before coming back here again.

Feeling pretty low and tired right now. Hopefully some sleep and time in Canterbury will help with that. And if we get the urgent call, then I'll be seeing ben regardless and that may help too.

ETA: I appear to be addicted to parentheses. Wonder if I should be concerned.

ETA2: Oops. Entry 1700 words. I've written actual academic essays shorter.

ETA3: Have a cold. Most unimpressed.

ETA: 12/07/11 No longer filtered
lizziec: (cartoon penguins stealing sanity)
First things first, Phil's first driving lesson sounds like it went ok. Most of what he describes pretty much sums up my first lesson, so I'm not overly worried. He's on mum's insurance now, so I'll be taking him out (in her car) for some practicing Real Soon Now.

Apologies if you have read this somewhere else. Mum copy pasted an email I sent out about this to her friends list on LJ and facebook, so I will be repeating a lot of it. It's rather long, please bare bear stay with me.

rambling )

We were seen quickly by a consultant Mr Williamson who was utterly lovely and spent a good half hour with us, telling us actually very little in terms of hard fact, but making us feel better anyway )

Each hospital has its downsides.

In which I wibble prematurely about the logistics of various hospitals )

So anyway, the registrar is chasing down mum's results and then we should have a plan. A follow up appointment has been booked for the same clinic next week, though tomorrow (Friday) will tell us whether or not we'll make it to that appointment. Basically, when they get the results tomorrow, if it turns out to be one of a list of uber bad (as opposed to just really bad) (he didn't tell us what was on that list) then we'll get a call in the morning telling us to get to a hospital (the Marsden or St Georges) ASAP to start treatment immediately... which is pretty damn scary to contemplate. If that happens then we won't need to make the appointment next Thursday.

Long brain dump so far, sorry. There's still some to go.

Macmillan nurse and dietician )

Came back, and in between making a nusance of myself by making mum eat every two hours, I've made all the phonecalls to tell people how she is, written emails for other people, shopped and cooked. Now I'm very tired and grumpy, and still rather worried actually. Mum's feeling a bit better today in that she was convinced they'd tell her she would die tomorrow, which they didn't. Not in the physical sense though, as she's been hugely sick tonight (she thinks it's caused by the new painkillers, which were subbed for the co-codomol which was giving her nightmares). Hopefully we'll get the GP (who we're seeing tomorrow) to give us yet another prescription for painkillers and we can find something that works without making mum too sleepy or sick. And hopefully she got some nutrition out of the food I made her eat before she threw it all up again.

Up early for GP tomorrow, and then if there's no urgent "get here now" call by lunchtime I'll meander back to Canterbury for two days of R&R (and things that actually need to be done) before coming back here again.

Feeling pretty low and tired right now. Hopefully some sleep and time in Canterbury will help with that. And if we get the urgent call, then I'll be seeing ben regardless and that may help too.

ETA: I appear to be addicted to parentheses. Wonder if I should be concerned.

ETA2: Oops. Entry 1700 words. I've written actual academic essays shorter.

ETA3: Have a cold. Most unimpressed.

ETA: 12/07/11 No longer filtered
lizziec: (cartoon penguins stealing sanity)
First things first, Phil's first driving lesson sounds like it went ok. Most of what he describes pretty much sums up my first lesson, so I'm not overly worried. He's on mum's insurance now, so I'll be taking him out (in her car) for some practicing Real Soon Now.

Apologies if you have read this somewhere else. Mum copy pasted an email I sent out about this to her friends list on LJ and facebook, so I will be repeating a lot of it. It's rather long, please bare bear stay with me.

rambling )

We were seen quickly by a consultant Mr Williamson who was utterly lovely and spent a good half hour with us, telling us actually very little in terms of hard fact, but making us feel better anyway )

Each hospital has its downsides.

In which I wibble prematurely about the logistics of various hospitals )

So anyway, the registrar is chasing down mum's results and then we should have a plan. A follow up appointment has been booked for the same clinic next week, though tomorrow (Friday) will tell us whether or not we'll make it to that appointment. Basically, when they get the results tomorrow, if it turns out to be one of a list of uber bad (as opposed to just really bad) (he didn't tell us what was on that list) then we'll get a call in the morning telling us to get to a hospital (the Marsden or St Georges) ASAP to start treatment immediately... which is pretty damn scary to contemplate. If that happens then we won't need to make the appointment next Thursday.

Long brain dump so far, sorry. There's still some to go.

Macmillan nurse and dietician )

Came back, and in between making a nusance of myself by making mum eat every two hours, I've made all the phonecalls to tell people how she is, written emails for other people, shopped and cooked. Now I'm very tired and grumpy, and still rather worried actually. Mum's feeling a bit better today in that she was convinced they'd tell her she would die tomorrow, which they didn't. Not in the physical sense though, as she's been hugely sick tonight (she thinks it's caused by the new painkillers, which were subbed for the co-codomol which was giving her nightmares). Hopefully we'll get the GP (who we're seeing tomorrow) to give us yet another prescription for painkillers and we can find something that works without making mum too sleepy or sick. And hopefully she got some nutrition out of the food I made her eat before she threw it all up again.

Up early for GP tomorrow, and then if there's no urgent "get here now" call by lunchtime I'll meander back to Canterbury for two days of R&R (and things that actually need to be done) before coming back here again.

Feeling pretty low and tired right now. Hopefully some sleep and time in Canterbury will help with that. And if we get the urgent call, then I'll be seeing ben regardless and that may help too.

ETA: I appear to be addicted to parentheses. Wonder if I should be concerned.

ETA2: Oops. Entry 1700 words. I've written actual academic essays shorter.

ETA3: Have a cold. Most unimpressed.

ETA: 12/07/11 No longer filtered
lizziec: (animals - gerbil - stan eating)
I slept the clock around last night. I'd gone to bed at 1am on Sunday night and got up at 5:30 and was clearly shattered by the end of the day as I fell asleep at about 10pm and woke up at around 10am, feeling much better, though from there I've become progressively fed up, grumpy and down. I suppose it's just one of those days.

Mum was released from the Day Surgery Unit at around 2 or 3pm yesterday feeling "as if [she] could run a mile". I suppose that's uber hospital drugs for you. The doctor took several samples of the tumour and while he was there he cleared out a bunch of gunk (mostly pus as I understand it) from mum's sinuses, so she feels much less congested at least, though it hasn't helped with any of the major tumour symptoms (the numbness and muscle weakness in her face, eye, nose, mouth; difficulty eating; deafness in one ear; shaking [a newish symptom] etc), it has slowed the perma-nosebleed to almost nothing, which I think is a great relief to us. Mr Tesco delivered some supplies with the groceries (namely micropore and gauze) so if it starts again we can rig up our own nose sling in imitation of the one they rigged up for mum yesterday at the hospital.

Results of the biopsy are due Thursday and my aunt (who has worked at St Georges and still volunteers there) told me yesterday that she was arranging everything. She's scouted out the best dropping off place, is arranging for a wheelchair to meet us there in case mum's unsteady on her feet (she's needed a wheelchair the last two times we've been to hospital) and tracked down the medical receptionist/admin type person who deals with the specific clinic and they're making sure that everything that is needed is there as a favour to my aunt. I guess knowing someone really can make a difference, and let's be frank - having a medical receptionist/secretary/admin person on your side can make a real difference.

While mum was feeling good I managed to have a couple of conversations with her about stuff that needed to be done, people to see and phone calls to make. It was apparently the perfect time as she felt like listening and was also feeling pessmistic about her prognosis, which while not ideal, meant that she gave some of my ideas the thought they at least deserved.

Got a response from Careline (attached to Diabetes UK) today, who I contacted yesterday with a panicked enquiry about the stupid diabetic nurses' comments that all weight loss was good when it came to type 2. Careline basically agreed with Macmillan (and directed me to them) about how uncontrolled, cancer related weight loss is bad and mum should see about getting referred to a proper, specialist dietician as a priority. It's been added to a list of things to ask her GP about when she next sees him (along with asking for different/better anti-emetics as the ones she has don't seem to work well and make her very sleepy). Take that stupid diabetes nurse!

As I mentioned I seem to have spent a good deal of this afternoon getting wound up with various things and increasingly fed up. Not entirely sure why everything is getting to me today, but it's not helpful. At one point I had a long list of things I was annoyed and fed up about. Thankfully reeling the list off to [livejournal.com profile] benc over the phone and a lesser list to [livejournal.com profile] red_pill in person helped a little.

Pondering going home (Canterbury) on Thursday night, but it all depends on what happens on Thursday's ENT appointment. I'm finding it difficult to see past that at the moment, which I suppose (looking at it objectively) isn't helping my mood much.

Phil's first driving lesson tomorrow, which is rather scary. Coulsdon and Wallington, you have been warned. Stay off the roads :P

ETA: 12/07/11 No longer filtered
lizziec: (animals - gerbil - stan eating)
I slept the clock around last night. I'd gone to bed at 1am on Sunday night and got up at 5:30 and was clearly shattered by the end of the day as I fell asleep at about 10pm and woke up at around 10am, feeling much better, though from there I've become progressively fed up, grumpy and down. I suppose it's just one of those days.

Mum was released from the Day Surgery Unit at around 2 or 3pm yesterday feeling "as if [she] could run a mile". I suppose that's uber hospital drugs for you. The doctor took several samples of the tumour and while he was there he cleared out a bunch of gunk (mostly pus as I understand it) from mum's sinuses, so she feels much less congested at least, though it hasn't helped with any of the major tumour symptoms (the numbness and muscle weakness in her face, eye, nose, mouth; difficulty eating; deafness in one ear; shaking [a newish symptom] etc), it has slowed the perma-nosebleed to almost nothing, which I think is a great relief to us. Mr Tesco delivered some supplies with the groceries (namely micropore and gauze) so if it starts again we can rig up our own nose sling in imitation of the one they rigged up for mum yesterday at the hospital.

Results of the biopsy are due Thursday and my aunt (who has worked at St Georges and still volunteers there) told me yesterday that she was arranging everything. She's scouted out the best dropping off place, is arranging for a wheelchair to meet us there in case mum's unsteady on her feet (she's needed a wheelchair the last two times we've been to hospital) and tracked down the medical receptionist/admin type person who deals with the specific clinic and they're making sure that everything that is needed is there as a favour to my aunt. I guess knowing someone really can make a difference, and let's be frank - having a medical receptionist/secretary/admin person on your side can make a real difference.

While mum was feeling good I managed to have a couple of conversations with her about stuff that needed to be done, people to see and phone calls to make. It was apparently the perfect time as she felt like listening and was also feeling pessmistic about her prognosis, which while not ideal, meant that she gave some of my ideas the thought they at least deserved.

Got a response from Careline (attached to Diabetes UK) today, who I contacted yesterday with a panicked enquiry about the stupid diabetic nurses' comments that all weight loss was good when it came to type 2. Careline basically agreed with Macmillan (and directed me to them) about how uncontrolled, cancer related weight loss is bad and mum should see about getting referred to a proper, specialist dietician as a priority. It's been added to a list of things to ask her GP about when she next sees him (along with asking for different/better anti-emetics as the ones she has don't seem to work well and make her very sleepy). Take that stupid diabetes nurse!

As I mentioned I seem to have spent a good deal of this afternoon getting wound up with various things and increasingly fed up. Not entirely sure why everything is getting to me today, but it's not helpful. At one point I had a long list of things I was annoyed and fed up about. Thankfully reeling the list off to [livejournal.com profile] benc over the phone and a lesser list to [livejournal.com profile] red_pill in person helped a little.

Pondering going home (Canterbury) on Thursday night, but it all depends on what happens on Thursday's ENT appointment. I'm finding it difficult to see past that at the moment, which I suppose (looking at it objectively) isn't helping my mood much.

Phil's first driving lesson tomorrow, which is rather scary. Coulsdon and Wallington, you have been warned. Stay off the roads :P

ETA: 12/07/11 No longer filtered
lizziec: (animals - gerbil - stan eating)
I slept the clock around last night. I'd gone to bed at 1am on Sunday night and got up at 5:30 and was clearly shattered by the end of the day as I fell asleep at about 10pm and woke up at around 10am, feeling much better, though from there I've become progressively fed up, grumpy and down. I suppose it's just one of those days.

Mum was released from the Day Surgery Unit at around 2 or 3pm yesterday feeling "as if [she] could run a mile". I suppose that's uber hospital drugs for you. The doctor took several samples of the tumour and while he was there he cleared out a bunch of gunk (mostly pus as I understand it) from mum's sinuses, so she feels much less congested at least, though it hasn't helped with any of the major tumour symptoms (the numbness and muscle weakness in her face, eye, nose, mouth; difficulty eating; deafness in one ear; shaking [a newish symptom] etc), it has slowed the perma-nosebleed to almost nothing, which I think is a great relief to us. Mr Tesco delivered some supplies with the groceries (namely micropore and gauze) so if it starts again we can rig up our own nose sling in imitation of the one they rigged up for mum yesterday at the hospital.

Results of the biopsy are due Thursday and my aunt (who has worked at St Georges and still volunteers there) told me yesterday that she was arranging everything. She's scouted out the best dropping off place, is arranging for a wheelchair to meet us there in case mum's unsteady on her feet (she's needed a wheelchair the last two times we've been to hospital) and tracked down the medical receptionist/admin type person who deals with the specific clinic and they're making sure that everything that is needed is there as a favour to my aunt. I guess knowing someone really can make a difference, and let's be frank - having a medical receptionist/secretary/admin person on your side can make a real difference.

While mum was feeling good I managed to have a couple of conversations with her about stuff that needed to be done, people to see and phone calls to make. It was apparently the perfect time as she felt like listening and was also feeling pessmistic about her prognosis, which while not ideal, meant that she gave some of my ideas the thought they at least deserved.

Got a response from Careline (attached to Diabetes UK) today, who I contacted yesterday with a panicked enquiry about the stupid diabetic nurses' comments that all weight loss was good when it came to type 2. Careline basically agreed with Macmillan (and directed me to them) about how uncontrolled, cancer related weight loss is bad and mum should see about getting referred to a proper, specialist dietician as a priority. It's been added to a list of things to ask her GP about when she next sees him (along with asking for different/better anti-emetics as the ones she has don't seem to work well and make her very sleepy). Take that stupid diabetes nurse!

As I mentioned I seem to have spent a good deal of this afternoon getting wound up with various things and increasingly fed up. Not entirely sure why everything is getting to me today, but it's not helpful. At one point I had a long list of things I was annoyed and fed up about. Thankfully reeling the list off to [livejournal.com profile] benc over the phone and a lesser list to [livejournal.com profile] red_pill in person helped a little.

Pondering going home (Canterbury) on Thursday night, but it all depends on what happens on Thursday's ENT appointment. I'm finding it difficult to see past that at the moment, which I suppose (looking at it objectively) isn't helping my mood much.

Phil's first driving lesson tomorrow, which is rather scary. Coulsdon and Wallington, you have been warned. Stay off the roads :P

ETA: 12/07/11 No longer filtered
lizziec: (potterpuffs - dumbledore flesh wound)
This weekend was very nice. We started it celebrating [livejournal.com profile] nert's birthday at Super Noodles (Happy Birthday!), which was great fun, then up early on Saturday for [livejournal.com profile] bencc and I (and a passenger) to bumble down to Dorset for a pancake party at Stotty's place.

Sadly we were rather delayed by a problem with one of our tyres, but Ben managed to fix it and we got away having not lost too much time. Ben's learning to drive and so we went via some very beautiful (if roundabout) A-Roads so that he could get some practice in (he did the majority of the driving and very well :)). We had lunch at Ditchling, near Brighton, on the way. It was Ben's choice, and he picked there as he's been wanting to show me the view from there since London to Brighton last June. The view was well worth it, and quite amazing.

In Dorset we had a really lovely time with various people, and ate many pancakes, which were expertly cooked by the host. Got back not so long ago and I'm tired now, but very forfilled. Weekend with friends was lovely :)

To finish, a quiz, stolen from [livejournal.com profile] red_pill ages ago.

Your result for The Golden Compass Daemon Test...

Shy Secretive Soul

You are very shy, and social situations make you nervous and tend to exhaust you. You are most comfortable at home, in your own space, where you feel safe. You have a shaky self-esteem, and you feel uncomfortable and shy in strange social situations. The offhand comments that people make can sometimes hurt you. You rarely step up to your own defense, however. You hate confrontation and don't like to make a fuss.

You are uncomfortable discussing your feelings. You often will brush off personal questions with a shrug, a joke or even a lie, rather than confess what is really in your heart. You are especially distrustful of strangers, and you work to hide your sensitive spots from them. While you open up more with your loved ones, even your closest friends can hurt your feelings and may never even know that it happened. There are certain lines, however, that they aren't allowed to cross. When that happens, you tend to snap, and surprise everyone with the vehemence of your outburst.

You will tell white lies or avoid the whole truth in order to help keep the peace. What is the point of hurtful truths that will only make your friends and family unhappy, or that might cause a fight? This means, however, that your own feelings get hurt more, because people don't know how you really feel about it.

Your daemon would represent your shy, sensitive and somewhat distrustful nature. He or she would probably ride on your shoulder or in your pocket, and whisper comforting things in your ear.

Form suggestions:
Spider, Opossum, Lady Bug, Snake

Take The Golden Compass Daemon Test at HelloQuizzy

lizziec: (potterpuffs - dumbledore flesh wound)
This weekend was very nice. We started it celebrating [livejournal.com profile] nert's birthday at Super Noodles (Happy Birthday!), which was great fun, then up early on Saturday for [livejournal.com profile] bencc and I (and a passenger) to bumble down to Dorset for a pancake party at Stotty's place.

Sadly we were rather delayed by a problem with one of our tyres, but Ben managed to fix it and we got away having not lost too much time. Ben's learning to drive and so we went via some very beautiful (if roundabout) A-Roads so that he could get some practice in (he did the majority of the driving and very well :)). We had lunch at Ditchling, near Brighton, on the way. It was Ben's choice, and he picked there as he's been wanting to show me the view from there since London to Brighton last June. The view was well worth it, and quite amazing.

In Dorset we had a really lovely time with various people, and ate many pancakes, which were expertly cooked by the host. Got back not so long ago and I'm tired now, but very forfilled. Weekend with friends was lovely :)

To finish, a quiz, stolen from [livejournal.com profile] red_pill ages ago.

Your result for The Golden Compass Daemon Test...

Shy Secretive Soul

You are very shy, and social situations make you nervous and tend to exhaust you. You are most comfortable at home, in your own space, where you feel safe. You have a shaky self-esteem, and you feel uncomfortable and shy in strange social situations. The offhand comments that people make can sometimes hurt you. You rarely step up to your own defense, however. You hate confrontation and don't like to make a fuss.

You are uncomfortable discussing your feelings. You often will brush off personal questions with a shrug, a joke or even a lie, rather than confess what is really in your heart. You are especially distrustful of strangers, and you work to hide your sensitive spots from them. While you open up more with your loved ones, even your closest friends can hurt your feelings and may never even know that it happened. There are certain lines, however, that they aren't allowed to cross. When that happens, you tend to snap, and surprise everyone with the vehemence of your outburst.

You will tell white lies or avoid the whole truth in order to help keep the peace. What is the point of hurtful truths that will only make your friends and family unhappy, or that might cause a fight? This means, however, that your own feelings get hurt more, because people don't know how you really feel about it.

Your daemon would represent your shy, sensitive and somewhat distrustful nature. He or she would probably ride on your shoulder or in your pocket, and whisper comforting things in your ear.

Form suggestions:
Spider, Opossum, Lady Bug, Snake

Take The Golden Compass Daemon Test at HelloQuizzy

lizziec: (potterpuffs - dumbledore flesh wound)
This weekend was very nice. We started it celebrating [livejournal.com profile] nert's birthday at Super Noodles (Happy Birthday!), which was great fun, then up early on Saturday for [livejournal.com profile] bencc and I (and a passenger) to bumble down to Dorset for a pancake party at Stotty's place.

Sadly we were rather delayed by a problem with one of our tyres, but Ben managed to fix it and we got away having not lost too much time. Ben's learning to drive and so we went via some very beautiful (if roundabout) A-Roads so that he could get some practice in (he did the majority of the driving and very well :)). We had lunch at Ditchling, near Brighton, on the way. It was Ben's choice, and he picked there as he's been wanting to show me the view from there since London to Brighton last June. The view was well worth it, and quite amazing.

In Dorset we had a really lovely time with various people, and ate many pancakes, which were expertly cooked by the host. Got back not so long ago and I'm tired now, but very forfilled. Weekend with friends was lovely :)

To finish, a quiz, stolen from [livejournal.com profile] red_pill ages ago.

Your result for The Golden Compass Daemon Test...

Shy Secretive Soul

You are very shy, and social situations make you nervous and tend to exhaust you. You are most comfortable at home, in your own space, where you feel safe. You have a shaky self-esteem, and you feel uncomfortable and shy in strange social situations. The offhand comments that people make can sometimes hurt you. You rarely step up to your own defense, however. You hate confrontation and don't like to make a fuss.

You are uncomfortable discussing your feelings. You often will brush off personal questions with a shrug, a joke or even a lie, rather than confess what is really in your heart. You are especially distrustful of strangers, and you work to hide your sensitive spots from them. While you open up more with your loved ones, even your closest friends can hurt your feelings and may never even know that it happened. There are certain lines, however, that they aren't allowed to cross. When that happens, you tend to snap, and surprise everyone with the vehemence of your outburst.

You will tell white lies or avoid the whole truth in order to help keep the peace. What is the point of hurtful truths that will only make your friends and family unhappy, or that might cause a fight? This means, however, that your own feelings get hurt more, because people don't know how you really feel about it.

Your daemon would represent your shy, sensitive and somewhat distrustful nature. He or she would probably ride on your shoulder or in your pocket, and whisper comforting things in your ear.

Form suggestions:
Spider, Opossum, Lady Bug, Snake

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lizziec: (carebare grumpy sleeping)
I went up to London yesterday to see pot luck theatre* with [livejournal.com profile] no1typo. We ended up seeing Hairspray, which I hope to write about at a later date. I've been all writers blocked recently, even when I've had things to write about, and so this journal has been very quiet.

Anyway, to return to this entirely uninteresting tale of Woe, for which Livejournal is famous and I just want to get off my chest...

I should have known what the travel situation would be from early(ish) in my journey, when I drove onto the slip for the M20 (off the A249) and stopped. And stayed stopped for over three quarters of an hour after an accident on the M20 between the junction I was coming on at and the next one, which closed the whole carriageway for most of the time I was stopped, and two lanes were still closed when I finally got past.

It wasn't really the best start, and very nearly made me late for picking up [livejournal.com profile] no1typo. After that things went mostly to plan (bar the overcrowding/traffic jams of a bus getting around London at 5pm :)) and we got our tickets, had dinner and wandered to the theatre. It was after the show that it all started to get interesting.

First, as to be expected really at Theatre kicking out time, the traffic was solid for a while and it took us ages to get a bus back to Victoria - a number 38, which advertised Victoria as its destination and then kicked us (and the rest of the passengers) out at Green Park. By this time it was nearly 11pm, we were getting tired and Victoria was a dark and scary walk away across the park (yes, I know it's not far, but it was dark and scary. So we decided that, given we couldn't really be bothered to wait for a bus that may or may not come (and may or may not pick us up when it does come) we got a cab the rest of the way to Victoria.

Where we found a train back to the place we had left the car was indefinitely delayed because of problems at Clapham Junction. After half an hour or so of waiting, we decided to get on a train to East Croydon, because at least then we'd be getting closer to the car and home and we could always get a train from there to Purley. When we got there we found that, again, the closest train for Purley, had it been On Time was still ages away and it was already showing as "delayed" (by this point, I was getting heartily fed up with signs at train stations merely saying "delayed"), which could mean anything for us and our wait.

At which point we completely lost our heads and splurged on a cab for us back to the car and I took mum home and then made a run for it before any more disasters could befall my travel arrangements. I did have clothes etc to stay over if I needed to, but by now I was craving my bed. Which is how I made my next mistake in deciding to go home.

Definitely a mistake. All was fine until I hit the M25 (for reference this is my normal route home from my mum's) at which point it became mostly single lane because of roadworks, and to my utter woe the sliproad to the M26 was closed, meaning that the M26 itself was closed, meaning that I ended up going to the Darenth Interchange and straight on to the M2. The M25 was single lane pretty much from the point I joined to the point I came off at Darenth. Despite the fact that the route I ended up taking is only ~10 miles further than the route I usually take, it took me significantly longer to get home, because for the entire stretch of the M25 (which, I remind you all, dear reader, was single lane) I was at 50mph or less.

Luckily the rest of my drive was ok, but I ended up nearly freezing myself with the aircon to stay awake, so it took me ages to thaw when I got home.

So it took me forever to get home. The show finished at 10pm and I didn't get back until around 2am.

It was a brilliant evening otherwise though :D

*What I call it if you go with the intention of seeing a show, but are not bothered as to which one thus purchase your tickets for far less than you otherwise would from a booth like tkts in Leicester Square. (A list of what they have on sale today.)
lizziec: (carebare grumpy sleeping)
I went up to London yesterday to see pot luck theatre* with [livejournal.com profile] no1typo. We ended up seeing Hairspray, which I hope to write about at a later date. I've been all writers blocked recently, even when I've had things to write about, and so this journal has been very quiet.

Anyway, to return to this entirely uninteresting tale of Woe, for which Livejournal is famous and I just want to get off my chest...

I should have known what the travel situation would be from early(ish) in my journey, when I drove onto the slip for the M20 (off the A249) and stopped. And stayed stopped for over three quarters of an hour after an accident on the M20 between the junction I was coming on at and the next one, which closed the whole carriageway for most of the time I was stopped, and two lanes were still closed when I finally got past.

It wasn't really the best start, and very nearly made me late for picking up [livejournal.com profile] no1typo. After that things went mostly to plan (bar the overcrowding/traffic jams of a bus getting around London at 5pm :)) and we got our tickets, had dinner and wandered to the theatre. It was after the show that it all started to get interesting.

First, as to be expected really at Theatre kicking out time, the traffic was solid for a while and it took us ages to get a bus back to Victoria - a number 38, which advertised Victoria as its destination and then kicked us (and the rest of the passengers) out at Green Park. By this time it was nearly 11pm, we were getting tired and Victoria was a dark and scary walk away across the park (yes, I know it's not far, but it was dark and scary. So we decided that, given we couldn't really be bothered to wait for a bus that may or may not come (and may or may not pick us up when it does come) we got a cab the rest of the way to Victoria.

Where we found a train back to the place we had left the car was indefinitely delayed because of problems at Clapham Junction. After half an hour or so of waiting, we decided to get on a train to East Croydon, because at least then we'd be getting closer to the car and home and we could always get a train from there to Purley. When we got there we found that, again, the closest train for Purley, had it been On Time was still ages away and it was already showing as "delayed" (by this point, I was getting heartily fed up with signs at train stations merely saying "delayed"), which could mean anything for us and our wait.

At which point we completely lost our heads and splurged on a cab for us back to the car and I took mum home and then made a run for it before any more disasters could befall my travel arrangements. I did have clothes etc to stay over if I needed to, but by now I was craving my bed. Which is how I made my next mistake in deciding to go home.

Definitely a mistake. All was fine until I hit the M25 (for reference this is my normal route home from my mum's) at which point it became mostly single lane because of roadworks, and to my utter woe the sliproad to the M26 was closed, meaning that the M26 itself was closed, meaning that I ended up going to the Darenth Interchange and straight on to the M2. The M25 was single lane pretty much from the point I joined to the point I came off at Darenth. Despite the fact that the route I ended up taking is only ~10 miles further than the route I usually take, it took me significantly longer to get home, because for the entire stretch of the M25 (which, I remind you all, dear reader, was single lane) I was at 50mph or less.

Luckily the rest of my drive was ok, but I ended up nearly freezing myself with the aircon to stay awake, so it took me ages to thaw when I got home.

So it took me forever to get home. The show finished at 10pm and I didn't get back until around 2am.

It was a brilliant evening otherwise though :D

*What I call it if you go with the intention of seeing a show, but are not bothered as to which one thus purchase your tickets for far less than you otherwise would from a booth like tkts in Leicester Square. (A list of what they have on sale today.)
lizziec: (carebare grumpy sleeping)
I went up to London yesterday to see pot luck theatre* with [livejournal.com profile] no1typo. We ended up seeing Hairspray, which I hope to write about at a later date. I've been all writers blocked recently, even when I've had things to write about, and so this journal has been very quiet.

Anyway, to return to this entirely uninteresting tale of Woe, for which Livejournal is famous and I just want to get off my chest...

I should have known what the travel situation would be from early(ish) in my journey, when I drove onto the slip for the M20 (off the A249) and stopped. And stayed stopped for over three quarters of an hour after an accident on the M20 between the junction I was coming on at and the next one, which closed the whole carriageway for most of the time I was stopped, and two lanes were still closed when I finally got past.

It wasn't really the best start, and very nearly made me late for picking up [livejournal.com profile] no1typo. After that things went mostly to plan (bar the overcrowding/traffic jams of a bus getting around London at 5pm :)) and we got our tickets, had dinner and wandered to the theatre. It was after the show that it all started to get interesting.

First, as to be expected really at Theatre kicking out time, the traffic was solid for a while and it took us ages to get a bus back to Victoria - a number 38, which advertised Victoria as its destination and then kicked us (and the rest of the passengers) out at Green Park. By this time it was nearly 11pm, we were getting tired and Victoria was a dark and scary walk away across the park (yes, I know it's not far, but it was dark and scary. So we decided that, given we couldn't really be bothered to wait for a bus that may or may not come (and may or may not pick us up when it does come) we got a cab the rest of the way to Victoria.

Where we found a train back to the place we had left the car was indefinitely delayed because of problems at Clapham Junction. After half an hour or so of waiting, we decided to get on a train to East Croydon, because at least then we'd be getting closer to the car and home and we could always get a train from there to Purley. When we got there we found that, again, the closest train for Purley, had it been On Time was still ages away and it was already showing as "delayed" (by this point, I was getting heartily fed up with signs at train stations merely saying "delayed"), which could mean anything for us and our wait.

At which point we completely lost our heads and splurged on a cab for us back to the car and I took mum home and then made a run for it before any more disasters could befall my travel arrangements. I did have clothes etc to stay over if I needed to, but by now I was craving my bed. Which is how I made my next mistake in deciding to go home.

Definitely a mistake. All was fine until I hit the M25 (for reference this is my normal route home from my mum's) at which point it became mostly single lane because of roadworks, and to my utter woe the sliproad to the M26 was closed, meaning that the M26 itself was closed, meaning that I ended up going to the Darenth Interchange and straight on to the M2. The M25 was single lane pretty much from the point I joined to the point I came off at Darenth. Despite the fact that the route I ended up taking is only ~10 miles further than the route I usually take, it took me significantly longer to get home, because for the entire stretch of the M25 (which, I remind you all, dear reader, was single lane) I was at 50mph or less.

Luckily the rest of my drive was ok, but I ended up nearly freezing myself with the aircon to stay awake, so it took me ages to thaw when I got home.

So it took me forever to get home. The show finished at 10pm and I didn't get back until around 2am.

It was a brilliant evening otherwise though :D

*What I call it if you go with the intention of seeing a show, but are not bothered as to which one thus purchase your tickets for far less than you otherwise would from a booth like tkts in Leicester Square. (A list of what they have on sale today.)
lizziec: (potterpuffs - lupin read book)
A couple of rants here which need to be got out of my system. Firstly about the pillock in a yellow (bronze?) Honda with the registration number Y106 BKJ who blocked me in last night.



Mine is the little red clio in the middle. The gap between the enormous Ford and the Honda was not enough for me to get out. I was stuck there for ages and I was supposed to be going out. Thank goodness I didn't have to be somewhere at a set time.

Grr! So angry!

The other victim(s) of my wrath are the parents of Blean Primary School children. You would think that the little darlings cannot walk given the proximity to the school the parents feel they have to park. The ones that park at the Sports Ground car park are bad enough, and the ones that park at Nickle Court are even worse (this is the closest PW court to the school) but the ones that feel they have to drive right up to the Crab and Winkle way and the gates of the now closed old car park? Sickening.

Even worse are the ones on the Whitstable Road causing traffic to go single file at dropping off and picking up time (thus causing a major problem on those occasions I have seen an ambulance, police car or fire engine trying to get past). The bigger problem of this is that often the parents and children are crossing the road from behind cars, actually...no, not cars. Giant 4x4s. This may be safe for the poor ikkle children who cannot walk more than 50yards from the entrance of their school but for those of us who have to cross it makes it much more dangerous. The two times a day I have to cross that road with Becky and Paul are terrifying.

Those parents who feel the need to park so close piss me off so much.

GRRR!
lizziec: (Robin Hood (Errol Flynn))
For those of you who knew that I was driving through a young blizzard along nasty slippy non gritted roads to Coulsdon this morning and were worried - I'm ok! I made it :D

The A2 and M2 were the most dangerous bits - very slippery, not clear of snow at all, very dangerous.

Anyway, got to Coulsdon in one piece and found my brother, instead of waiting for me or leaving a door unlocked for me, left the house and lockedme out so I waited outside freezing cold for 10 mins.

Git.

Now I have new clothes as a christmas pressie from mamma. Oh, and benylin ;)
lizziec: (Robin Hood (Errol Flynn))
For those of you who knew that I was driving through a young blizzard along nasty slippy non gritted roads to Coulsdon this morning and were worried - I'm ok! I made it :D

The A2 and M2 were the most dangerous bits - very slippery, not clear of snow at all, very dangerous.

Anyway, got to Coulsdon in one piece and found my brother, instead of waiting for me or leaving a door unlocked for me, left the house and lockedme out so I waited outside freezing cold for 10 mins.

Git.

Now I have new clothes as a christmas pressie from mamma. Oh, and benylin ;)
lizziec: (Robin Hood (Errol Flynn))
For those of you who knew that I was driving through a young blizzard along nasty slippy non gritted roads to Coulsdon this morning and were worried - I'm ok! I made it :D

The A2 and M2 were the most dangerous bits - very slippery, not clear of snow at all, very dangerous.

Anyway, got to Coulsdon in one piece and found my brother, instead of waiting for me or leaving a door unlocked for me, left the house and lockedme out so I waited outside freezing cold for 10 mins.

Git.

Now I have new clothes as a christmas pressie from mamma. Oh, and benylin ;)

Drive

25 March 2005 08:20 pm
lizziec: (Default)
This evening ben and I went for a drive as the weather was so lovely. We saw a gorgeous Sunset and Moonrise and the pictures are here. The ones of me at the start are ones that ben took with his camera and some of the few I like of me. Yay :D

Was a lovely evening :)

Drive

25 March 2005 08:20 pm
lizziec: (Default)
This evening ben and I went for a drive as the weather was so lovely. We saw a gorgeous Sunset and Moonrise and the pictures are here. The ones of me at the start are ones that ben took with his camera and some of the few I like of me. Yay :D

Was a lovely evening :)

Drive

25 March 2005 08:20 pm
lizziec: (Default)
This evening ben and I went for a drive as the weather was so lovely. We saw a gorgeous Sunset and Moonrise and the pictures are here. The ones of me at the start are ones that ben took with his camera and some of the few I like of me. Yay :D

Was a lovely evening :)

A Plea

4 March 2005 11:11 am
lizziec: (Default)
I just got back from Whitstable. The school I was at has been closed and I drove back along the Thanet Way and Whitstable Road.

I am begging everyone who reads this and is in the Canterbury Area:

Please do not go out unless it is strictly, life or death neccessary. The Whitstable Road is covered in white stuff and I skidded three times on my way back.


Please please please do not drive unless you have to.


Stay indoors and keep warm.



Please keep safe everyone.

[edit] I am ok and so is the car. I wasn't going fast enough to do any damage and I didn't hit anything. They were just a little scary.

A Plea

4 March 2005 11:11 am
lizziec: (Default)
I just got back from Whitstable. The school I was at has been closed and I drove back along the Thanet Way and Whitstable Road.

I am begging everyone who reads this and is in the Canterbury Area:

Please do not go out unless it is strictly, life or death neccessary. The Whitstable Road is covered in white stuff and I skidded three times on my way back.


Please please please do not drive unless you have to.


Stay indoors and keep warm.



Please keep safe everyone.

[edit] I am ok and so is the car. I wasn't going fast enough to do any damage and I didn't hit anything. They were just a little scary.

A Plea

4 March 2005 11:11 am
lizziec: (Default)
I just got back from Whitstable. The school I was at has been closed and I drove back along the Thanet Way and Whitstable Road.

I am begging everyone who reads this and is in the Canterbury Area:

Please do not go out unless it is strictly, life or death neccessary. The Whitstable Road is covered in white stuff and I skidded three times on my way back.


Please please please do not drive unless you have to.


Stay indoors and keep warm.



Please keep safe everyone.

[edit] I am ok and so is the car. I wasn't going fast enough to do any damage and I didn't hit anything. They were just a little scary.
lizziec: (Default)
This weekend was Ben Tanner's stag night so my ben went up to London for it. This gave me the excuse to go home for an afternoon/evening and mum and I had a nice time, and I managed to get phil a working, uptodate kernel sorted (ben fixed the remaining broken bits in the morning). This means Phil now has something better than a 2.2.* that works :) Today ben and I had a lazy morning and came back to canterbury via Folkestone and the best ice cream shop in the world ever! :D On the way back we stopped at The Jackdaw in Denton (just outside Hawkinge), a pub featured in The Battle of Britain (an excellent war film with a great soundtrack and dog fight scenes). This led to two things. 1) an excellent lunch/tea thing, with wonderful desserts :D I reccommend this to anyone with a car :D 2) us humming the battle of britain march (the theme to the movie) all afternoon and evening :)

A really really nice weekend :)

P.S. We're in full stealth mode here at franklyn road to avoid trick and treaters. It's working so far, just hope the little buggers angels haven't egged my car...
lizziec: (Default)
This weekend was Ben Tanner's stag night so my ben went up to London for it. This gave me the excuse to go home for an afternoon/evening and mum and I had a nice time, and I managed to get phil a working, uptodate kernel sorted (ben fixed the remaining broken bits in the morning). This means Phil now has something better than a 2.2.* that works :) Today ben and I had a lazy morning and came back to canterbury via Folkestone and the best ice cream shop in the world ever! :D On the way back we stopped at The Jackdaw in Denton (just outside Hawkinge), a pub featured in The Battle of Britain (an excellent war film with a great soundtrack and dog fight scenes). This led to two things. 1) an excellent lunch/tea thing, with wonderful desserts :D I reccommend this to anyone with a car :D 2) us humming the battle of britain march (the theme to the movie) all afternoon and evening :)

A really really nice weekend :)

P.S. We're in full stealth mode here at franklyn road to avoid trick and treaters. It's working so far, just hope the little buggers angels haven't egged my car...
lizziec: (Default)
This weekend was Ben Tanner's stag night so my ben went up to London for it. This gave me the excuse to go home for an afternoon/evening and mum and I had a nice time, and I managed to get phil a working, uptodate kernel sorted (ben fixed the remaining broken bits in the morning). This means Phil now has something better than a 2.2.* that works :) Today ben and I had a lazy morning and came back to canterbury via Folkestone and the best ice cream shop in the world ever! :D On the way back we stopped at The Jackdaw in Denton (just outside Hawkinge), a pub featured in The Battle of Britain (an excellent war film with a great soundtrack and dog fight scenes). This led to two things. 1) an excellent lunch/tea thing, with wonderful desserts :D I reccommend this to anyone with a car :D 2) us humming the battle of britain march (the theme to the movie) all afternoon and evening :)

A really really nice weekend :)

P.S. We're in full stealth mode here at franklyn road to avoid trick and treaters. It's working so far, just hope the little buggers angels haven't egged my car...

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