Pottering about

[jadesfire]

It's an odd kind of day today. I had a hospital appointment first thing which was worrying me, not for the check-up itself (which was unpleasant but helped muchly by a matter-of-fact, friendly nurse) but because I always get lost in hospitals. I managed to find the building this time, but couldn't figure out where I was supposed to wait. When I did, and then registered, I was told to go and weigh myself. Since I was third in the queue, there were 2 other ladies weighing before me. Now, I was weighed on Tuesday, and I'm pretty good at pound/kilo conversions, so it was all a bit confusing. According to their scales, I've lost a stone since Tuesday. More worryingly, according to their conversion chart, I've put on 3 stone since Tuesday! You'd think a hospital could manage a)basic maths and b)to have accurate scales. And the consultant (you know you're getting older when the doctors start looking younger...) never even asked me about it. So what was the point of that?

For those of you who want to hear a bunch of librarians making vague squeaking noises, the MP3 of us on the Radio 4 news is here.

So I got into work at 10.15ish, and am now sitting staring at a mostly empty library, trying to find things to fill the next hour. As I threatened yesterday, I'm going to be putting a drabble-fest into heretoutopia in an attempt to jump-start The Watching Years, but in the meantime, with_apostrophe had this in her journal, and I thought it looked like a lovely idea. So I nicked it :)

What I'd like for you on my flist to do is to comment with a link to story/meta/piece of art/whatever you've created. It could be your most recent piece, one you're particularly proud of, one that you felt didn't get the attention it deserved, or something chosen at random. What I will do is read it AND COMMENT.

I am good at reading but bad at commenting, so I'd love for people to request things. Plus, I could use the reading material...

*watches the tumbleweed roll past*

EDIT: So, I've just watched the new Torchwood trailer and now I can breathe again (bouncing really takes it out of you) I can stamp my foot, because damnit that's what I was going to have Jack say. *sigh* Still, I think that's more than outweighed by the bounce factor :)

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[jadesfire2808.livejournal.com]

I'm just the opposite - I navigate by the shops I want to go to!

I shall check out both of your stories. The library is dead dead dead today, so there's lots of time to kill. Hoorah!