Hurrah! Ophelia's quite excited, as Desdemona and Demetrius are getting married!!!
More importantly, Ophelia gets to be a bridesmaid, and is thus important enough to talk about herself in the third person.
While celebrating, Ophelia also debates the conundrum of what to wear to Jamie's New Year party....
Doubt that Ophelia had an attic, although that wouldn't be out of keeping with Hamlet and the general theme of depression. I'm assuming that won't be the tone of this blog, however. Unless things go horribly wrong...
27 December 2005
11 December 2005
Happy 50th Post!
Less than a week before the gruesome twosome move out. Changes are afoot. Mother spent the entirety of last week nagging me about sorting out removal men, which I did yesterday. Spent twenty minutes arranging things with the amusingly named duet of PJ and Raja for next Monday. A week, and then no more Obnoxious Flatemate EVER. Wonderful.
Fled the flat at half past midday to find coffee and hunt out a present for Jamie. Bought Michel Thomas's Spanish course, too, as I'm back on interpreting duty in July in Barcelona with the band. Learning the language from scratch sounds a bit dire, but it's a lot better than being nurse and thus responsible for vomit and sanitary towels. Last year in Italy, we had a steady procession of at least four girls who hadn't come prepared and one boy with a nose bleed that lasted the whole journey from London to Lake Garda.
Rather pleased that Pullo and Vorenus in Rome turn out to be real. Was re-reading Colleen McCullough's books and came across them unexpectedly, then looked up the right bit in De Bello Gallico. It's V.44, if you're interested. They're in the wrong legion.
Fled the flat at half past midday to find coffee and hunt out a present for Jamie. Bought Michel Thomas's Spanish course, too, as I'm back on interpreting duty in July in Barcelona with the band. Learning the language from scratch sounds a bit dire, but it's a lot better than being nurse and thus responsible for vomit and sanitary towels. Last year in Italy, we had a steady procession of at least four girls who hadn't come prepared and one boy with a nose bleed that lasted the whole journey from London to Lake Garda.
Rather pleased that Pullo and Vorenus in Rome turn out to be real. Was re-reading Colleen McCullough's books and came across them unexpectedly, then looked up the right bit in De Bello Gallico. It's V.44, if you're interested. They're in the wrong legion.
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