Category: holiday

The Silence of the Dumpling

Times is busy round Dumplingville – a traumatic house move (solicitors! GAH!), the accompanying lack of broadband provision at the new house until gawd-knows-when (probably around about the time I start rocking and crying in a corner) which means that lunchtimes are filled with frantic online account updating (yes, TV Licensing Authority, I DO actually have a valid license for the property, as you’d see if you looked at your own damn records. No need to threaten me with enforcer visits, you fools!), added to the need for evenings and weekends filled with extensive DIY activities (kitchens and bathrooms are entirely optional facilities, right?), and of course the requirement to keep on ploughing through a shedload of work at my Place of Gainful Employment, and I have officially got no time or opportunity to blog.

So, consider this blog as being on holiday. If it was a cow standing in a field, you’d be able to tell that it was on its holidays, because it’d have a wee calf….*
*Disclaimer – Scottish joke. Only works when said in a Glaswegian accent.

Four Go Mad in Tayside

Oh yes, the life of a law librarian laydee’s not all frantic researching, and running as fast as you can, just to stay still. No: sometimes we’re unshackled from our desks, and allowed to roam freely in the open air.

So, today, me and three other law librarians will be gleefully running out of our offices after work, for a road trip to Loch Tay, to do crazy things…like edumacating ourselves on some history at the Crannog Centre, sampling traditional Scottish health foods such as fish and chips, wandering around in the woods (we’re not going to mention the Blair Witch, mmkay?), and, if we’re feeling really brave, and confident enough that each of us know which direction to point in, perhaps some archery…

I believe there will also have to be lashings and lashings of (perhaps somewhat alcoholic) ginger beer.

And I solemnly swear that none of us will be allowed to put any books, CDs or DVDs in alphabetical order.

Jetsetting and jetlagging

By this time tomorrow, I’ll be half-way to holiday time, 4 hours from landing in Newark airport, to start a fun fortnight with 2 friends of touristing, Greyhound-bussing, Washington brunching, hen nighting, cocktail drinking, pole dance classing, wedding attending, Lincoln lap-sitting and beard-pulling, photograph taking, Civil War battlefield visiting, car hiring, near-death-experiences-while-driving-on-the-wrong-side-of-the-roading, Liberty Bell gazing, Philadelphia friend visiting, New York shopping, chocolate gift giving, and Broadway visiting in shiny, shiny America.

You all be good while I’m gone, and play nice with the other boys and girls, mmkay?
I’ll be getting a report about you all when I get back, and only the good kids will be allowed a treat after dinner.

Image from here

What have I missed?

Yes, another trip to New Zealand has meant yet more frantic catching up, and having had minimal internet access while upside down means I have no idea what’s gone on legal-wise while I was away. Although, as you can see, it was a terrible hardship being there while it snowed (AGAIN) here….

I must dig around post-haste, to see if any of my normal activities have been made illegal while I was away, cos, y’know, apparently, ignorance of the law is no defence. Or something…*sighing, while checking that papercrafting and internet pottering haven’t been outlawed*