The Wedding Planner

1. I have two envelopes to post - one with a cheque for the florist, one with details for my sister of her hotel reservation, hairdressing appointment, and as much as I know about parking - ie, there isn't any.
2. I have had a shower, and am eating breakfast (yes, me, eating breakfast before noon - I thought it might be a good idea)
3. I have I have done one load of laundry and put away another.
4. I am wearing another low-necked top so that I can fix this stupid tanline. I'd look daft on my wedding day if I had a little brown bib. I don't mind too much, because this top is purple tie-dyed.

1. I must post those two envelopes.
2. Buy that folding bed.
3. Chase the printer.
4. Call a doctor about the rubella vaccination
5. Go to the jewellers
6. Buy flour for scones.
7. Wash up, roast a chicken, make potato salad and ice-lollies.

The trouble is I don't know how to do this without talking to anyone. I feel very prickly today. Anyone talking to me without invitation is liable to get bitten.

It's very unpleasant and antisocial, feeling this way.

The Wedding Planner

I have achieved quite a lot today. I am also beginning to feel human.

1. I bought the folding guest bed; it will be delivered on Friday.
2. I posted the two letters.
3. The printer had a proof with the pages in the wrong order; I corrected it, and I hope he was paying more attention that he appeared to be. We shall see; I can collect them tomorrow.
4. I bought flour to make scones.
5. I ordered the bridesmaids' gifts at the jewellers; I think they will like them; I tried quite hard to choose things that they would each individually like.
6. I bought a couple of postcards that should have been sent months ago.

The Big Read again

Referring back to this journal entry, I have made a little progress with the BBC's Big Read list. Bold means I've read it, italics means that we've bought it for our Honeymoon Reading and will have read it by the time we get back, most likely.

Stuff I ought to try again:
Anna Karenina, Leo Tolstoy
Crime And Punishment, Fyodor Dostoyevsky
Love In The Time Of Cholera, Gabriel García Márquez
One Hundred Years Of Solitude, Gabriel García Márquez
Persuasion, Jane Austen
War And Peace, Leo Tolstoy

Stuff I ought to try for the first time:
The Alchemist, Paulo Coelho
Artemis Fowl, Eoin Colfer
Birdsong, Sebastian Faulks
Captain Corelli's Mandolin, Louis de Bernieres
Cold Comfort Farm, Stella Gibbons
The Count Of Monte Cristo, Alexandre Dumas
The God Of Small Things, Arundhati Roy
The Godfather, Mario Puzo
The Grapes Of Wrath, John Steinbeck
Holes, Louis Sachar
I Capture The Castle, Dodie Smith and it was fabulous in every way.
Katherine, Anya Seton
Magician, Raymond E Feist
The Magus, John Fowles
Middlemarch, George Eliot
Midnight's Children, Salman Rushdie
Noughts And Crosses, Malorie Blackman
Of Mice And Men, John Steinbeck
On The Road, Jack Kerouac
Perfume, Patrick Süskind
The Pillars Of The Earth, Ken Follett
A Prayer For Owen Meany, John Irving
The Princess Diaries, Meg Cabot
The Ragged Trousered Philantrhopists, Robert Tressell
Rebecca, Daphne Du Maurier
The Secret History, Donna Tartt
The Stand, Stephen King
A Suitable Boy, Vikram Seth
The Thorn Birds, Colleen McCollough
The Woman In White, Wilkie Collins

Domesticity City

Well, the small rain down doth rain, followed by the cloudburst. I guess it's noticed that it's two days late.

I have been continuing to destress; I have made scones, and ice-lollies (3 orange, and 3 cranberry), and put a chicken on to roast, partly for dinner and partly for salad. I have eaten some of the scones, and realised that if I think the dough is too wet after following the recipe, I'm right, and I should believe me. The flour I'm using must be different to what the book thinks I should use.

They taste fine, though.

Now I need to wash up, hang one and a half loads of laundry up to dry, do more laundry, and clean the kitchen. I should also clean my wedding shoes and apply the white polish to cover up the tiny black marks.

I tried to find knickers suitable for under my wedding dress today, but didn't have the patience to search long enough.

Quizzage from serenejournal

How scary!

You're Ireland!
Mystical and rain-soaked, you remain mysterious to many people, and this makes you intriguing.  You also like a good night at the pub, though many are just as worried that you will blow up the pub as drink your beverage of choice.  You're good with words, remarkably lucky, and know and enjoy at least fifteen ways of eating a potato.  You really don't like snakes.
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