Showing posts with label All the Bright Places. Show all posts
Showing posts with label All the Bright Places. Show all posts

Sunday, 22 February 2015

Sunday Summary | Sickbed Special

All right, all right, so in spite of watching four series of House back-to-back, and self-diagnosing, I do not have any of the following: vasculitis, sarcoidosis, amyloidosis, porphyria or lupus (that I know of): I have a cold and possibly a mild chest infection if the vice-like grip of a feeling between my ribs is anything to go by.

But this week's not been the best QB-wise. I don't do ill. Especially when it means I'm now almost a week behind in my training schedule. Not happy! I'm off my game, y'all.


And I'm BB (between books). This looks like the most likely candidate for next-up-to-read, however:


But in between feeling vastly sorry for myself, and perking myself up with OTC drugs (yay Nurofen, boo Superdrug's own-brand-and-highly-ineffectual cold remedies, yay Sudafed and Olbas oil...) I have been:

Singing along to The Sound of Music


...or in my case croaking along. On Friday night an octet of us from the Voicerox family donned habits 

Mother Inferior...
and headscarves and headed over to Dorking Halls for the Sing-along Sound of Music -- there were goodie bags and costume competitions, and a group of rather overconfident children dressed as mini Von Trapps


plus a couple of men who thought it appropriate to whistle shrilly at inopportune intervals. 


Grr... It was fun -- but we weren't bowled over by the fact the Halls had just slapped on the sing-along DVD for us to watch -- the resolution really wasn't great for the amount of money we'd spent to see the film, and it took about half an hour before they raised the volume enough for us to, well, sing along. But we did. And there were actions to the songs, and edelweiss to wave, and hissing and miaowing at the Baroness...


We left during the intermission


having sung to all the good songs, really, and in Sex and the City style, four of us (Glenda, Jos and poor Charlie with her poorly neck and limited, robot mobility -- get better soon, poppet!) holed up in the uber-glam KFC in Dorking to chew the fat (metaphorically and literally -- it was KFC after all...)!


Needless to say I spent yesterday recovering from the exertion of having left the house. And I'm writing this post from the cosy comfort of my bed because, well, I can, and if I need to fall asleep halfway through composing this post, well, again, I can... who's to knkqgjjnnnw,,,,,,adppqjutogjp...


Oops.

Best just move on to...

Weekly Weblinks

Literary Linkage


Non-literary Linkage
And finally... 

Well, I'd best be off to reassess my initial self-diagnosis (pretty sure the remedy is pizza, for whatever it is...) but stay warm and stay well, beautiful people.

qb xx
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Sunday, 15 February 2015

Sunday Summary

First of all, I'd like to extend my thanks and appreciation to all of you for acknowledging my rather frenetic plea on FB on Friday to -- in so many words -- kindly leave me alone and not ask me to do anything this weekend. 

 And a big hug and thanks to Jess who made me laugh with her comment, "Can you just...", because that's exactly how I get sucked in to reading or checking something, or making something, for someone, when sometimes I just need to switch off and say "sorry, no". 

Anyway, enough of that moment of indulgence. ...Here's another few!

This week, I have mostly been...

Reading | All the Bright Places by Jennifer Niven


Walking

 Yesterday I picked up the sticks again and took a solo strut up Wray Lane to the beginning of this rather wondrous loop walk. Managed this:


I could theoretically have continued the walk towards nearby Mordor Mogador but I was already faaaairly muddy, so I cut off the route around the Yew Tree pub, where I once had a pretty grim date, and trundled on back home via Reigate.

Still clocked up two hours though, and covered over 6 miles. So that's nice. Slightly unnervingly but reassuringly..., my cousin Jo could track my progress, live, on MapMyWalk!

And I did manage to get a couple of moody shots of the views from Gatton:




and one slightly deranged walker selfie (kindly note the compass earnestly hanging from my neck. I'm hardcore. No I didn't use it. But it was there if I needed to. That and the OS Explorer stashed in my rucksack.):

In case my sanity wasn't in question
before now...

 It all felt very reminiscent of those Duke of Edinburgh Award treks back in the day, which drove me to dig out my D of E assessment book for the Bronze Award. This made me smile:


"A satisfactory account of the [final] expedition with brief mention of the purpose. Beth's contribution was an amusing account of the second day."
Always with the amusing accounts.

 Getting Quizzical

Because I always like to push my body and brain to the LIMIT


...last night, after the aforementioned 6.5mi walk, I wandered hobbled along to the church Valentine's Day quiz which apart from the rather sickly theming (lurrrrve, dating, maaaaaarriage, oh, and Valentine's Day, all those things I eschew as a single woman of 400 years' standing) was brilliant.

There was an entire round devoted to chocolate tasting. YES, YOU READ THAT CORRECTLY. Chocolate tasting.


Need I say more?

Personally I don't watch a lot of TV (House and Keith Lemon really don't count...!) or read gossip magazines or columns any more so I have no clue any more about celebrity couplings or soap weddings (Downton What now?) but we had a great team, tastefully monikered Fifty Shades of St Matthew's and some admirable general knowledge at hand!


Behold! I give you...

 Weekly Weblinks

Literary Linkage
* because she's fabulous.

Non-literary Linkage
Seems legit...
More here
Playmobil® Martin Luther. Complete with quill.

And finally...

Here's a bunny. Nibbling a banana. Or, bunn-ana if you will. (I'm bunny punning. ...That's my cue to sign off.)


Very grateful to AJ for reminding me of the fluffy marvel of bunnies though.

Right. Definitely hopping off now. Same-ish time, same place next week? All righty then.

qb xx
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