empty house

I got back from Mum and Dad’s on Wednesday. Since then I’ve been more or less trying to find things to do to fill in my time.
I finished the Bitterbynde trillogy by Celia Dart-Thornton which was well worth the read – a very folky, high fantasy adventure type series, with some wonderful imagery….but just a few too many adjectives I’d never heard of before – enough to make me feel decidedly ignorant, and I’ve always though I had a pretty reasonable vocabulary – but it did kind of add to the poetic style of the writing. Even if it did remind me of the Blackadder episode “Ink and Incapability” where Blackadder is anaspeptic, phrasmotic, and compunctious to have caused Doctor Johnson periconbobulations by offering him contrafibularatories. or something…..heh.

I went for a walk yesterday…I’ve decided that maybe I should start getting fit too. It was a 45 minute walk around Charnwood…and some of it’s really not too bad to look at. I went for another one today…this time Flynn way, but was only able to manage 25 minutes or so, due to stiffness from the previous day, and the disturbing tendancy on the part of the weather to hurl water from the sky at me.

Hopefully it’ll be dry enough tomorrow to get a decent one in.