Tomorrow is my driving test, again. In retrospect the delay may have been a Good Thing, as I think my driving has improved meanwhile; but still. If I do not pass this time - and especially if my car decides to blow another bulb on the way to the test, or start listing to port (they check for that - vehicle posture, it’s called), I shall be most put out. It bust a brake light the other day, but fortunately the bulb I got for the indicator light was in a pack of two, so I was able to replace it with grace and ease - or at least, to watch with grace and ease while my father-in-law did it. I’m thinking of buying a spare packet of bulbs to take to the test, just in case, but it seems needlessly paranoid - but then, so did checking all the lights to begin with, and look how that turned out.
Anyhoo.
In the meantime, I have been a moderately industrious Smokey, feeble constitution notwithstanding. I have baked me a pie, and knitted me a hat (using the Magic Loop method, which took me seven goes to conquer, and I’m still a touch iffy as to how I did it, but still though); I have cut out many pattern pieces for tiny rompers and shirts for the Auxiliary Boy Person Pig; and I have started making a smashing mei tai, which will have a detachable pocket thing on the front in which I can put my keys and a spare nappy and so on, thus transforming Auxiliary Pig into a combination pig-handbag, and possibly an accessory as well if he turns out to be cute in the face. It was hard to tell on the ultrasound, what with the hollow alien eye socket thing going on and all. It’s just as well babies don’t have teeth or they’d look incredibly creepy on ultrasound; and as it is, have you seen those 3D ones? Grotesque. Most off-putting.
What else have I done? Ooh, I saw The King’s Speech, which is absolutely smashing, for trues. It made me weep on several occasions, although as Helpdesk Man unkindly pointed out, this is not in itself a guarantee of actual poignancy. It was super, though, anyway; and prompted me to Google several members of the Royal Family in whom I had until now had little interest. I didn’t realise George VI’s wife was the Queen Mother - she was smashing (in the movie, I mean. Helena Bonham-Carter. Is it just me, or has she been doing the supportive-wife role a lot lately?). And Edward and Wallis Simpson, who I’d always vaguely thought of as romantic sweetcheekses, were actually bally rotters, as indeed the movie portrayed them. Probable Nazi sympathisers, and generally considered to be parasites on decent society. A bit disillusioning after his lovely abdication speech, but it just goes to show.
Who wants to start a viral campaign with me for Luna Lovegood to host the next Academy Awards?
