Preparation

Aaaargh! The yodelling hoover strikes back! Going away is apparently a cause for spring cleaning. OK it's late, but nobody has told the weather yet that summer has begun. Monst heads off to town with the boy. She sorted upstairs yesterday, I win downstairs today. Deep joy! Sort it but mentally whinge.

Packing is packed. Books are sorted. Need to sort the audio for the trip. Electrical devices are being charged.

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Packing

I hate socks, they come in pairs, or at least my socks start their lives off that way, I set them free, let them mingle, form new relationships, separate, get back together again. In short, my socks are swingers as far as hosiery goes. Mind you I don't investigate them too closely,what kind of a perve do you think I am? However a trip away means that Monst insists that I return them to their original relationships. Consequently I am no more familiar with the contents of my sock drawer than usual. No rough and fumble for a pair of things to keep my feet warm - no, for packing purposes the bloody things must match. Then she makes me pack a pair of brogues that hurt my feet. Apparently we have to tart ourselves up for evening scran etc.

Then there's the underwear, least said the better on that score - but the need to consider an check each item. It's indecent, thats what it is, my underwear should never be seen and certainly never heard. Everything is subject to scrutiny and approval. I'm not certain that my underwear meets the needs of either.

See clothing to me is about comfort and warmth. It used to be about making a statement about bands and venues I like, but those days are long gone. To Monst there is another agenda.....

The rest of the packing is quite smooth, other than weight concerns. My concerns are about important things like holiday reading, making sure I have the right cables to ensure that music is available on request. On the reading front there is bound to be a dispute. I will panic that I don't have enough, Monst will insist I cut in half the amount I intend to take. I am under instructions to take books Monst might read. She likes death mayhem with a po face, I only do death mayhem that has the virtue of making me laugh. I like a historical novel or even the odd history book, Monst don't.

Still look on the positive side. Most of the trousers I'm taking are new. No hassles ironing them then. Monst decides she doesn't trust me flattening clothes (don't blame her!) so I get out of a detested chore.

.... up in the sky (and if you need to ask you'll be sorry you did!)

Its been a while, but Ken nipped in the other day, said nice things and gently applied a boot to the backside. Just been frantic, hence the delay in getting stuff here. That said I've been playing with the other place in the interim and learning good Drupal things. So go there if the metrics of CAS interest you, pretty google maps pictures of geographic spread.

As for things I've been listening to, well The Tiger Lillies have loomed pretty large recently as current rave ons. Fine and funny stuff, if a little sick.

Manchester Airport, Town, Blackburn, Town are the venues for the day. It was educational in many ways and pleasant company along the way. No time to scream.... but may be a need to at some point.

Visit the dropouts from the McDonald's University on the way back to feed the five thousand as per the Kentucky Fried Dead thing ads (and to be fair to them they do....).

Beavers for Cal, Monst to work, I do the library thing for somebody at Faz on ITU. Turns out its a regional resource so a doddle. Point him in the right direction and at Michelle.