I’m back…

… from Adelaide, just very tardy in posting about it!  I had a lovely time as usual – a week is, as always, just a bit too short a time to spend with family, but then I really miss Mr Beloved.

Mum’s birthday party went well – I think everyone had a lovely time.  Eunju organised the food and it was wonderful – always better to have too much than not enough – and the variety was lovely. The birthday cake in particular was gorgeous and Eunju did an incredible job slicing it for everyone – it was a delicate cheesecake on a hazelnut dacquoise base with sponge cake and raspberry layers inside and covered with white chocolate that needed a hot knife for every slice!

cake
Birthday cake, obviously
eunju and dad
Eunju and Dad
mum
Mum, after the party
party
During the party
decorative ginger
Ginger, pretending he’s a Good Cat
Gordy
Gordon, in his truck
chips
Chips, saying it’s all too much

Ginger cat did his best “I am a lovely decorative cat” act for the party; Chips cat disappeared for the duration and came out once everyone had gone.  Gordon is growing his whiskers for the Tweed Ride – doesn’t he look the proper Edwardian gent?

In other news: yes, I got my first bit of assessment back for the semester – worth 15%, and I got a high distinction.  The next part (another short creative work – that is, a short story of 1500 words – that’s very short!) is worth 25% and was submitted yesterday. I wasn’t very happy with it, but one of the next parts is to re-edit the short story and extend it to a 2000 words, so we’ll see how that goes.

Apart from that, it’s the usual round of doctor and psychiatrists and psychologists.  Poor Mr Beloved has had a sore rib for a couple of months and had to have a CT scan, but we have yet to get back to to the doctor for the results – that’s one of the appointments this week, I think.

We’ve been enjoying watching the new series of Call the Midwife on the TV, and our favourite comedienne , Miranda Hart, in her show, too.  (Miranda Hart was in series 1 on Call the Midwife but is off being a missionary for most of series 2). I’ve been reading silly cozy mystery novels to get to sleep – I’m very careful these days about what I let into my head, I don’t read gory novels or watch anything that involves too much crime scene stuff. So even though the Agatha Raisin novels by M C Beaton are not the best written novels in the English language, or even the best cozy mysteries I’ve ever read, at least they’re stuff I haven’t read a gazillion times before and I can get off to sleep reading them.  Any recommendations for other series authors gladly received…

And of course tonight is Dr Who night.  Mr Beloved is not a fan of new Who, but I don’t mind the new stuff – you do need a substantial ability to suspend disbelief, and an ability to ignore quite a lot of what was set up as Who-verse time rules previously, but oh well – don’t let that get in the way and it’s quite fun.

Poor Miss Constance had – I shudder to mention it – an infected anal gland on the day before Anzac Day (so that was April 24) but we were very lucky in catching our lovely mobile vet in time before she took the public holiday off and the Friday and had a long weekend… anyway, it was messy and Connie was Not A Happy Dog and had to wear the Cone of Shame (ie, an Elizabethan  collar) for several days until her poor bottom healed up.  She had to take anti-inflammatories for days and we’re still giving her antibiotics for another few days yet, and the mobile vet comes back later this week to check everything is all healed up okay.

And that’s about the news from here.  I’ve actually managed to do a small amount of tidying in the dreaded sewing room – little tiny bits, not there yet, but it’s starting to make a difference.   I’m beginning to hope I might actually get there.