01 June, 2007

Things to Do

No posting recently – don’t know why. I feel simultaneously under-stimulated and inundated. Found out I have to go to the British Consulate to get a visa for what they call “Returning Residents”. I have to bring along a host of crap to show that I still have ties to the UK. I would have thought being married to a British citizen and the mother of British citizens would have been sufficient. Also have to bring along recent bank statements, which is a shame, as I don’t even open my bank statements, just leave them scattered all over the house.

The oozing lump on my leg has subsided (without benefit of antibiotics), but now there is a hole there filled with a strange whitish substance that you can poke but which resists extraction. What can it be? Maybe I should go to the doctor again to find out, but I am afraid he will tell me off for not taking my antibiotics.

Have a new laptop. It is a Thinkpad with something that LSS calls a “dual core processor”. Now I have to transfer all my stuff to it from my work computer. What a pain. This is why I feel inundated. I am inundated with boring crap that I do not want to do.

Fourth Aunt is in town. Lunch on Sunday with a selection of New Worlders. Lots of packing and sorting out to do. All I really want to do is watch 24 and write my novel. There’s a very nice outfit in the window of MaxMara. Should I get it? I need to upgrade my work look.


Blogger L-K said...

Normally I would not comment, but I must de-lurk to answer your critical question: Yes! to Max Mara. I have ALWAYS regretted not buying the lovely things I see in their windows.

6:36 am  
Blogger FBT said...

I know - and they're always clothes that look as if they would be nothing special if you saw them on the hanger. I think the window-dresser at MaxMara should get a raise. Whoever she is, she really knows how to put outfits together.

9:16 am  
Blogger random.thoughts said...

I have no desire to blog either, I have lost my blog mojo. To piss that woman at the school off even more mis-spell her name in the next range of correspondence on purpose!

9:43 am  
Blogger FBT said...

L-K, I just clicked it was you! I knew you would cave.

9:48 am  
Blogger 962 said...

That yellow spot seems really interesting, be careful something may well come leaping from your intestines on a long haul flight to the UK,
As to this bussines about returning residents, I find the whole immigration thing in the UK mystifying, my wife a BNO has no right of abode even having put up with me and my dual national son for some time.
If she were a pole it would all be completely different, is the UK worried that people who eat noodles and marry british people are really only doing it because they want to live in the UK, still I suppose if you come from hull and holiday in benidorm , drive a jag, and shag your secreatry, the thought would be not be inconceivable.

Me I have no wish to return to fat people, bad weather, bad winters, bad manners, crime, sloath, bad transport, high house prices, high streets full of estate agents, women from Essex, and curry vomit on the pavement on Saturady morning but I do miss supermarkets and me mum.

11:05 am  
Blogger SMW said...

962, agree with most of your rant, but careful what you say about women from Essex! Mind you, this one escaped: first to HK then to the Alps.

11:33 am  
Blogger adrian said...

Sooner or later you'll start opening conversations about mundane things like the weather.

2:27 pm  
Blogger dgny said...

Meh, soon enough you'll be bored to tears in the UK and blogging away. Make hay and all that.

Word verification: popap.

3:08 pm  
Blogger FBT said...

Yes, never cross Essex women, 962. Especially not SMW, who, even though she is from Essex, is one hot babe.

Word verification: ywynhbgj, which is the sound I made when I pulled the scab off my wound today.

12:13 am  
Blogger 962 said...

OH that is soooooo gross fbt,
now it all adds up church, sheperds pie and pulling scabs off
I am originally from Essex, I was born in Rochford.
At that time Essex girls were sweet, then there was a migration from the east end and the Essex girl was born. Those who still live in Maldon,, Thetford etc are closer to their Norfolk bretheren.
So SMW (AKA Hot babe) which one are you from the east end or the Norfolk bretheren?
word recognition ellilze more of a scab pulling word me thinks.

2:07 am  
Blogger Tiny said...

Gosh! I tend to leave my bank statements unopened too.

I think some developed countries, like the U.K. and the U.S. tend to be paranoid about people from another country trying to stay there and take over their country.

Many many years ago, I wanted to go the States but had problems getting the visa just because I was a young single woman. They worried that my intention of going there was to find a husband and stay there for good, when I had (and still have) no intention of moving there.

3:44 am  
Blogger Fumier said...

Golly, gosh - the sequence of astonishing coincidences here is, well, astonishing. Not only do I never open bank statements (for at least 15 years now) but I too am from Essex.

But I am intrigued, Phiz - exactly how hot is smw? One of your fine descriptions would seem to be in order.

5:23 am  
Blogger SMW said...

Goodness phiz, I'm blushing at the compliment. Intrigued as to how you'll answer fumier's question.
962, sadly I hail from the non-bucolic part of Essex, from the land of barrow boys and dancing around white handbags at discos in a town that is spelt much like Rochford but which is now famous for binge drinking and the vomit-strewn pavements to which you alluded.
What about you, fumier? Share the dark secrets of your Essex past with us!

6:39 am  
Blogger Fumier said...

Rxxford - I know it well. I used to work there, in fact.

I lived in a town named after a film star of the 1930s, but have spent very little time there in the last 40+ years.

2:05 am  
Blogger FBT said...

Ah-ha-ha-ha, wouldn't you like to know, SMW, but I'm not going to say, as I do not want your head to swell to the size of your bosoms.

4:35 am  
Blogger 962 said...


6:39 am  
Blogger SMW said...

fumier, I doubt the place has improved much since you worked there. Quite the opposite, in fact.

8:38 am  
Blogger 962 said...

Now SMW you would be wrong about Romford, it is taking the people from Ilford and doing a roaring trade in Kosher fair.
I can but wonder why Slough got such a slagging in verse when Dagenham and Upminister existed.

11:07 am  
Blogger SMW said...

Easy, 962, no poet of old would even have known that Dagenham and Upminster (which is not so bad - Hornchurch is worse, although I suppose it's all relative) existed. Slough is far closer to pleasant, genteel spots.
Don't forget that Billy Bragg was able to wax lyrical about the A13.

12:11 pm  
Blogger 962 said...

Thorpe Bay

Oh how these bastions of all good Eessex ness role from the tounge


Burham on Crouch

It is enevitable that I will now have to eat a pork pie and baked beans for lunch and potentially have to join Essex people in the old China Hand.

Our dear what Foulness

Talking of which FBT why dosent the consulate have an Anne Robinson person asking questions such as
who was Queen Elizabeth
Did Henry the eighth get married
Where is Clapham
Is Edinburgh in England
Did England invade Iraq
Was Margaret Thatcher the wooden Lady

Anybody who gets a question correct would be considered the weakest link as they will not add to the neadathal jean pool in the UK.

4:41 am  
Blogger Fumier said...


5:05 am  
Blogger FBT said...

Strange, I can't see all my links.

11:12 am  
Blogger Fumier said...


12:31 pm  
Blogger FBT said...

English placenames have a certain poetry, don't they? I remember the names of the stations on the way to school: Didcot, Evesham, Moreton-in-Marsh.

3:55 pm  
Blogger Fumier said...

I used to work in Evesham

4:30 am  
Blogger FBT said...

I once had dinner at a very nice hotel near Evesham. It was called the Hope's End, and Elizabeth Barrett Browning used to live there.

8:39 am  

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