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Has anyone seen my earmuffs anywhere?

I managed to go eleven years without losing my cheap Claire's earmuffs, and then I seem to have lost the beautiful expensive ones my mother got me in under a year. :(

Stupid modern offices. It's so air-conditioned in here I'm typing away in a jumper and fingerless gloves. This seems Wrong.

... include setting the alarm for half seven on a Saturday morning to get up in time for the builders to arrive at half eight. Rather worse is hitting snooze until twenty past eight and then having to leap out of bed to answer the phone and doorbell, which were going simultaneously - the phone was the builder out back, and the doorbell was the driver of the skip lorry out front wondering where he could put his skip. Then I had to have a frantic bit of imposing on the goodwill of my neighbours to get them to move two cars to accomodate the skip. Now I need to go find another neighbour to point out that his car was put in a short term car park by his neighbour and will soon be ticketed unless he moves it ... Gah.

Edit: 2:29 pm, and I've already gone through a whole bowl of sugar. And half my coffee filters.

Happy new year, everyone!

I am currently ringing in the new year with the most abominable jet lag. I don't usually suffer it all, but I'm entirely and painfully out of kilter this year. I landed back from Toronto Friday morning. Napped Friday day, as I always do. Went to bed at ten Friday night, woke up at half two, and stayed awake until half eight, when I fell back asleep until one. Went to bed at four Saturday night, due to usual weekend activities, rather than jet lag. Slept well. Went to bed at eight on Sunday, due to usual NYE activities. Slept well, but had to get up at one to faff with car. Went to bed at midnight or so on Monday. Woke at three fifteen. Watched clock until five, then got up and went to work.

And I forgot my nicely-prepared breakfast and lunch, too. :(

Happy birthday to suicideally! Fingers crossed for lots of fab gifts.

I did a bit of further research after today's MusicNonStop newsletter. I see that if I were to buy the new Emilie Autumn album, I would get not only a CD, but helpful makeup hints too:

On August 18, 2006, Emilie announced that she was releasing a double-disc edition of her Opheliac album, with additional liner notes including photos, makeup application tips, and poetry.

I can't decide if that's really surreally lame, or really surreally cool.

There are places one expects to see horses on the road, and places one does not. I would say that at 8:00 in the morning on the busiest road in the centre of Winchester would be one of the places one does not expect to see a horse. Much less a group of a good six or eight horses. With riders in camouflage.

I assume it was some sort of military exercise, particularly since the horses were fairly uniform. However, they weren't all wearing the same boots. (And gosh, do formal riding boots look incongruous with cammo trousers tucked in.)

Continuing the recent trend of wholesome family-friendly weekend pursuits, I went bowling last Saturday.

Gosh, I'm bad at bowling. I can barely lift the lightest balls, much less roll them straight.

The Cadbury Chocolate Couture Collection

The jewellery is all chocolate. The stockings are painted on chocolate. The bustle is chocolate coated organdy. And the models were refrigerated beforehand. :) Aaaah, Cadbury marketing dollars.

Ok, how long before I'm grown up enough to have my own black labradoodle?

I want one noooooooow. Now now now!

Oh dear. That definitely means a 'good few years yet, dear' doesn't it?