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"It may be a bit unstable but it does the job": Strange how mama can take an idle comment I make about a clothes horse and turn it on herself. Though, thinking of it, maybe it is weirdly applicable to her. She is a bit of a nut, after all. And three weeks? a month? (see, this is the point where time goes wacky and vaguely unimportant, what with being a hermit and my world seeming to extend only to the boundaries of the house) into summer break and the idea that mama is completely cracked most of the time has only been further compounded by everyday events.

She's infected me with Springwatch fever, too, which only shows how much of a loser you become when you're stuck indoors all day (which is wholly my fault as I seem to be terrified of this thing called employment). I think I'm going to be completely distraught when the series finishes tomorrow - my Monday to Thursday evenings will be horribly barren with it. Though, here's hoping the webcams stay up, another little geekery I'm completely hooked on.

So, recent weeks seem to have been a merry-go-round of late night anime viewing, yaoi reading (yes, yes, I'm completely cursed and going to hell but the stuff is like CRACK, I just can't stop it, I can't go back - I will forever blame the eerie homo-eroticism of Naruto and Sasuke for driving me to this black hole of fandom), sleep and twitching. We have a family of blue tits and starlings that visit the garden, babies and all, so I've been peering out the French windows too often in the afternoon, armed with a pair of binos. I'm surprised no one's accused me of being some sort of pervert.

Daddy has, surprisingly enough, been down to Rickmansworth once a week since I've been back from Cardiff. I might have had a bit of a heart attack thinking about the frequency of his visits - usually it takes my impending move back to uni for him to appear and recently he's been unusually eager to take me out. I blame his loneliness. He probably sees me as a kind of receptacle for his woes and marital angst. First week back he took me out to West Hampstead for a fish and chip (being horribly mortifying and making loud, bawdy Jewish jokes while sitting across from a couple he judged to be Jewish purely because of their noses) on the bike and I kind of misjudged the ensemble, so I was madly clutching at my skirt as it bunched further up my thighs on the drive down. I definitely do not recommend sitting on the back of a motorbike, driving through heavy London traffic, while wearing quite a short skirt. We did go down through the back roads of Mill Hill, though, past the Rising Sun pub and all the posh, lovely houses of Totteridge, so that was good for nostalgia. Almost made me forget that the hem of my skirt was closer to my bum than my knees.

Second week back daddy brought Dominique around, which was oddly disturbing because she's sprung up like a weed, becoming all skinny and gender awkward, being a bit of a tomboy now. She also has the lovely, apathetic voice of the teenager, all 'alright's and 'yeah's and 'dunno's when you ask her a question. We bonded over our humiliation and disinterest regarding daddy, and she told me some of the gossip regarding Antoinette, who has apparently become rather fat and watches a DVD of her sister's funeral every day. Macabre.

Daddy's third visit was this Sunday. He had Antoinette's Audi for the time being, as A's popped off to Africa with her boyfriend and he has to collect Dominique from St Ethelburga's (that name will never stop being hilarious to me) next week for the last time (she's being shunted off to a new boarding school in Cambridge next year called the Leys, which J. G. Ballard and Stephen Hawking's son apparently attended). So, seeing as the weather decided to be benign, we went on a pseudo-road trip down the M3 and into Hampshire, taking some of the tiny B-roads past all those very English villages, which all seemed to have fetes going on for some reason, with Pimms tents and everything. We stopped off in New Alresford and did this whole illicit, climbing over fences thing (which wasn't very graceful, seeing as I was wearing skimpy tights and a dress. More ensemble challenges) to get down to the lake (which might of been private, IDK), before continuing on to Winchester.

I haven't been to Winchester in YEARS and I have this rather twee little memory in my head of going to visit the cathedral with my grandparents, getting the rather morbid map of the graves and going off to find particular author's and poet's graves like it's some oddly macabre treasure trail. Also remember nanny wounding herself on a railing and one of the priests having to do a bit of first aid in a little broom closet of an office off a transept.

This time, daddy and I just took an amble along the river and came across one of those wonderful second hand book sales that spring up in sloane-y places, round the back of the cathedral. I always end up thinking how easy it would be to take off with a stash of books in those places because you only pay for them by putting the donation through a letter box. It would be so easy to make off with a load of free books. Not that I'd do it, of course. I could have stayed there for hours sorting through all the old editions but daddy's never been much of a book man, so I just got myself a 1960s copy of 'The Painted Veil' and had to be happy with that.

Also, a few weeks ago now (I've been meaning to write about it since but I seem to be a completely lazy bastard when I get going), I went to the London MCM Anime Expo with Hayley, which was brilliant and hilarious and wonderfully geeky in equal parts. I have never in my life considered cosplaying but that event just might had made me reconsider that, because it looked like such a laugh. We had to recover a bit after battling our way through the crowds in the main venue, so we sat down on the floor by the escalators, and it was so much fun picking out costumes and matching them to the anime and character. Predictably, Naruto and Bleach were both fertile animes in the cosplaying arena but my favourite costume of the day had to be the girl dressed up Jareth, who I really should have chased down and begged for a picture with.

A huge Mokona plushie was my first purchase of the day, which was quite amusing to drag around on the Tube afterwards before I lost my geeky nerve and stuffed poor Moko-chan in a carrier bag. I'm wanting the black twin now, though, so I expect a trip down to Piccadilly Circus is on the cards when I make it back from the North York Moors. Got myself some completely random carrot earrings, too (which mama keeps eyeing covetously), some posters, a Hetalia badge, a yaoi keyring declaring myself a 'seme lover' (oh yes) and an onigiri plushie (handmade and everything! I'm thinking of getting Vaughnsy one as part of her birthday present). I seriously could have maxed out my loan in there, what with all the artbooks and mangas and random, nerdy paraphernalia, but I managed to control myself. We had a pick through the yaoi stall for a joke (probably rubbing shoulders with some serious fujoshis, I suspect. There were some Hetalia fans in there, I know, looking for SpainxRomano doujinshi) and generally fought our way about until being completely exhausted. So, great times - I smell a tradition in the making.

I'm off to the North York Moors for a week this Saturday. Mama's been doing (and is currently doing) her geeky thing all week, laying out Ordnance Surveys on the floor and sitting on top of them, planning out walks to break my spirit with. She keeps asking questions like 'Thirteen miles isn't too much is it, Sinead?', which have put the fear of God (or the rambler, really) into me. She has many a Cicerone guide, too, and I always look upon their appearance with a wary eye, as from my experience of walks from their pages, they always end up being the most crippling of the lot. Mama's already bribed me by having us stay at a working sheep farm, though, so I can only steel my energy reserves into a tiring week.

We'll have fun, though. I'm really only being sarcastic (well, not over being crippled and tired at the end of it). We'll do our usual random thing and probably end up lost and wet and laughing at inappropriate things, so I'll cautiously look forward to it. Plus, another bribing technique from mama: she's taking me to visit puffins on Saturday, on our way up, and I've been wanting to see puffins for a LONG, LONG TIME, so I've been officially pacified with weird, beaky animals. Also, we'll be visiting Whitby and it may be completely and irrevocably fictional but I WANT TO SEE DRACULA'S LURKING SPOTS. I'm going to climb up to that abbey with the ridiculous amount of steps and nose around the cemetery where Dracula did his vampire thing. It'll be an unleashing of the literary geek within. Or, well, not so much an unleashing - it's not like my literary geekiness (or general geekiness) is hidden very far under the epidermis.
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