Bugger!

As you know, Boadicea and I know next to nothing about Rugby Union, but when I found that the Wales-France match was on free-to-air, live, we had to watch it.

They had their chances, didn’t they?

We both thought that Wales had got the conversion after their try, but obviously they didn’t.   Perhaps someone can explain why?   It seemed to go between the two bits of wood and over the other bit, but perhaps our eyesight’s failing.   Update after reading the sports journos – Ah! I now understand that the ball hit one of the bits of wood, so it doesn’t count.

Great shame, the crowd would have gone wild if they’d won. 😥

Contagious

As I am rarely in the doctor’s or the MP’s surgeries, filled as they are with viruses and mendacity it is libraries that give me cause for concern. For years I bought (well hired, to be exact) into the library deal without any inkling of worry. I would present my card and chosen books to be stamped and I would return them within a certain date. This, for any aliens reading out there, is what libraries do. Continue reading “Contagious”

A serious question.

I am currently unable to decide on what I would like to do next. In may I will finish my undergraduate education and have a BA in history. (Yes, stupid decision, I know) While I plan on going to graduate school, whether to start in the autumn of next year or to postpone it by a year in order to work is yet undecided. I’ve completed one application for a master’s of science in the teaching of history in the Midwest at a well-liked, respectable university. I’ve also put in with New Zealand to possibly spend some time living/working there.  What do you think?

Waiting for the other shoe to drop

Well the waiting is over.

Death always seems to visit me in threes and this is the third time in a lifetime it has happened.  It begins to get quite spooky, just sitting waiting so to speak for the bad news to come in.

First Toc, then one of my friend’s husband and now my hospice patient.  To be fair they were all getting on, I still rather think that any more than the allotted three score and ten are living on borrowed time . But then I rather like the biblical dramatic approach to death, stuff the green non funereal celebration of life routine.

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