Various Things
Oct. 11th, 2023 08:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
poliphilo We went through the night thinking the flapping noise was the wind ruffling the bedroom blinds and we were wrong. What the wind was playing with was a loose piece of fabric that was still attached to the house next door after Damian and the boys had stripped off the cladding.
The cladding won't be replaced. Once the orangery is finished the back wall will be rendered- just like ours. Damian says the house beyond Peter and Alison's is going to be renedered too- and it seems like we've started a trend.
I watched Jay Exci's YouTube critique of the Chibnall era of Dr Who. It runs for over 5 hours but Exci is so intelligent and witty and deft with the technology that I stuck with it all the way through. Jay Exci is 21. I remember what a moody sod I was at that age- and how jejeune my fumblings with my dad's cinecamera were- and am retrospectively humbled.
My parents keep getting into my dreams. Last night they were faceless authority figures who were going to visit friends of theirs whose daughter I had been in love with when I was four (or thereabouts.) At the last minute I asked if I could go with them and they said 'No". Unequivocally "No". I was cross at first but reflected that now I had time to myself and could do as I pleased- and being cross was unproductive.
In another dream there was a large 16th century print. It represented a tree- the foliage of which was made up of text denouncing various people as heretics and traitors to the crown. It was called- or should have been called- The Tree of Treason. As my eyes travelled down from the tree I saw it stood on a pavement inset with monumental brasses. As this was the 16th century the brasses were still in prime condition and brightly coloured...
The cladding won't be replaced. Once the orangery is finished the back wall will be rendered- just like ours. Damian says the house beyond Peter and Alison's is going to be renedered too- and it seems like we've started a trend.
I watched Jay Exci's YouTube critique of the Chibnall era of Dr Who. It runs for over 5 hours but Exci is so intelligent and witty and deft with the technology that I stuck with it all the way through. Jay Exci is 21. I remember what a moody sod I was at that age- and how jejeune my fumblings with my dad's cinecamera were- and am retrospectively humbled.
My parents keep getting into my dreams. Last night they were faceless authority figures who were going to visit friends of theirs whose daughter I had been in love with when I was four (or thereabouts.) At the last minute I asked if I could go with them and they said 'No". Unequivocally "No". I was cross at first but reflected that now I had time to myself and could do as I pleased- and being cross was unproductive.
In another dream there was a large 16th century print. It represented a tree- the foliage of which was made up of text denouncing various people as heretics and traitors to the crown. It was called- or should have been called- The Tree of Treason. As my eyes travelled down from the tree I saw it stood on a pavement inset with monumental brasses. As this was the 16th century the brasses were still in prime condition and brightly coloured...
