Photos, Snow and Abuse
Feb. 25th, 2005 01:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lathanyOn the days when I can stay in, preferably in front of a fire or radiator, I'm a big snow fan. This morning, because of playgroup, I was due to push the pushchair in it and considerably less keen.
We set off with the twins huddled in their coats and under the pushchair cover and me wrapped up in my favourite black coat, thick shoes and gloves. Once out of the door I decided that it wasn't nearly as cold as it had been the last few days. OK, the pavements were slippery but I had plenty of time and I took the journey carefully.
However, about half-way there, I had to stop. A large car had pulled off the main road and into a small track that went round the back of the building I was passing. This would have been fine had it driven down the track, but instead it had stopped at the entrance and was blocking the pavement to the extent that there was no room for a double pushchair to pass. So I waited. And waited. Eventually the passenger got out (with a walking stick) and it became clear that they were being dropped off. However I wasn't the only passerby to have been held up and one of the others yelled at the driver :
"This is a f*cking pavement, you f*cking black bitch."
And, whilst I'm aware that Feltham has a National Front presence, this is the first time I've seen racism in human form here.
Playgroup itself had a pleasant surprise - the photos are back and so![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bateleur and I will be spending some of this weekend choosing one (there are three options). Also, on collecting the duo, I was informed that they'd been "lovely". Which was very nice.
However, I had a lower opinion of them (or half of them) having pushed them to Tesco and back. One half of the pushchair was totally silent whilst the other half didn't stop talking.
"What are we having?"
"Pasta."
"What Are We Having?"
"PASTA."
"I don't like pasta."
"It's still going to be your lunch."
"It's cold."
"We'll be there soon."
"I want smarties!"
Etc.
The other nice thing this week is that I got a letter informing me that the silent half of the pushchair will have their speech therapy assessment in less than a fortnight.
Having finally seen off my cold at the beginning of the week, the twins provided me with a replacement. I'm not feeling too badly, but it's something I could have done without. Hopefully a weekend spent in the warm might make the recovery time from this one considerably shorter than the three weeks it took me to get over the last one.
Roleplayingwise, ICESP looks likely to begin sessions proper in March/April. The FalCon game I'm running withbateleur, on the other hand, needs a lot of input for me and will be my main task for tomorrow.
Writing-wise, I'm pleased with my progress on book four. It's going slowly but well and I think I can already see improvements over my previous stuff.
Computer game-wise, I've got mixed feelings about Star Ocean : Till the End of Time. But I'll write a proper review of that when I finish it (although I think I've got some way to go yet).
And The Wheel is this weekend.
We set off with the twins huddled in their coats and under the pushchair cover and me wrapped up in my favourite black coat, thick shoes and gloves. Once out of the door I decided that it wasn't nearly as cold as it had been the last few days. OK, the pavements were slippery but I had plenty of time and I took the journey carefully.
However, about half-way there, I had to stop. A large car had pulled off the main road and into a small track that went round the back of the building I was passing. This would have been fine had it driven down the track, but instead it had stopped at the entrance and was blocking the pavement to the extent that there was no room for a double pushchair to pass. So I waited. And waited. Eventually the passenger got out (with a walking stick) and it became clear that they were being dropped off. However I wasn't the only passerby to have been held up and one of the others yelled at the driver :
"This is a f*cking pavement, you f*cking black bitch."
And, whilst I'm aware that Feltham has a National Front presence, this is the first time I've seen racism in human form here.
Playgroup itself had a pleasant surprise - the photos are back and so
bateleur and I will be spending some of this weekend choosing one (there are three options). Also, on collecting the duo, I was informed that they'd been "lovely". Which was very nice.However, I had a lower opinion of them (or half of them) having pushed them to Tesco and back. One half of the pushchair was totally silent whilst the other half didn't stop talking.
"What are we having?"
"Pasta."
"What Are We Having?"
"PASTA."
"I don't like pasta."
"It's still going to be your lunch."
"It's cold."
"We'll be there soon."
"I want smarties!"
Etc.
The other nice thing this week is that I got a letter informing me that the silent half of the pushchair will have their speech therapy assessment in less than a fortnight.
Having finally seen off my cold at the beginning of the week, the twins provided me with a replacement. I'm not feeling too badly, but it's something I could have done without. Hopefully a weekend spent in the warm might make the recovery time from this one considerably shorter than the three weeks it took me to get over the last one.
Roleplayingwise, ICESP looks likely to begin sessions proper in March/April. The FalCon game I'm running with
bateleur, on the other hand, needs a lot of input for me and will be my main task for tomorrow.Writing-wise, I'm pleased with my progress on book four. It's going slowly but well and I think I can already see improvements over my previous stuff.
Computer game-wise, I've got mixed feelings about Star Ocean : Till the End of Time. But I'll write a proper review of that when I finish it (although I think I've got some way to go yet).
And The Wheel is this weekend.
