fur-baby

Isn't she beautiful, even when looking a bit grumpy?

out of nowhere

So there I was yesterday, immersed fathoms deep in a journal article I am writing with Dr Beardie, when this thought floated, unprompted and so unchecked, across my conciousness:
"I am never going to have a child"
 I lost my breath for a moment.

Infertility: the gift that keeps on giving.

in the paper

In yesterday's Guardian:
http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/2012/feb/25/child-free-women-jody-day

What do you think?

on cats and fonts

I love cats.
I love fonts (you already knew I am a geek, yes?).
I love cats as fonts
http://icanhascheezburger.com/2012/02/16/funny-pictures-cats-as-fonts/

I also discovered what font I am.
http://www.pentagram.com/what-type-are-you/

Plastica, apparently.

today

My friend had her baby over the weekend, and today I duly went off to buy something to send.  In hindsight, I should have left it for a day.
Three years ago today I lost Bean, my daughter Matilda Tui.
Maybe one year in the future I will stop marking the day, but not today.

ouch

The lifts are borked again at work.  In most places, this would be merely inconvenient; where I work it's downright daft.  As I toiled up to my office from the basement this morning, I chanced upon an elderly patient eyeing the "lifts out of order" signs with annoyance.
"It's organised chaos round here, isn't it?" he muttered.
"I'm very sorry about this, sir," I said.  "You're quite right, it's unacceptable really.  Would you like me to help you up the stairs?"
He accepted my offer, I shifted my armful of case-notes from one hip to the other, the patient took my free arm and, clutching the bannister with his other hand, we made a slow journey up two flights of stairs.  The patient grumbled all the way, and I couldn't disagree with him - we're a hospital.  Our patients are sick or elderly or both and working lifts should be taken for granted.
We reached the second floor where he his appointment was, and I walked him to the reception desk.  When we got there, he turned to me and said
"You couldn't organise a piss-up in a brewery, you lot.  That's what happens when we let immigrants run the NHS."

You're welcome.

dancing two

Last week Goth Girl came with me to indulge my Bollywood dancing aspirations, so this week I joined her in her own day-dream: a burlesque dancing taster class.  Again - so much fun!   I even managed to remember my right from my left several times during the evening (get me).
That's 3 of my 12 for 2012 already!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QOHktFoe6ds