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Sep. 5th, 2008
rain, rain, go away!
Sep. 5th, 2008 05:14 pmInteresting day. This morning I went up to St Fagans, where the World Field Archery Championship finals are being held, today and tomorrow. Met a couple of very nice little old ladies on the bus, visiting from North Wales, and got chatting - which was especially nice because then once we got to the museum they bought me a cup of tea in the coffee shop! Hee. I can find people to talk to just about anywhere. Which is weird, because go back even ten years and I wouldn't have started talking to a stranger for love nor money.
Anyway. St Fagans. It was wet. Very, very wet. I met up with a rather soggy![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
femsc, who was being a marshal at the event, and distracted her from her rain-soaked work for a while. I also spent quite a bit of time ducking in and out of the various farmhouses because, and this is the reason St Fagan's is such a great place even in the pouring rain, they always have such lovely roaring open fires. Perfect for drying off in front of! Plus, the museum staff manning the houses appreciate having someone to talk to for a little bit, and usually have really interesting stories to tell about the exhibits.
Of course, as soon as I got on the bus to return home, it immediately stopped raining, and was dry most of the afternoon, although still very gloomy. Hopefully that would have made life a little more comfortable for the competitors and field marshals at the tournament - did you get dry at all,femsc?
On the drive home I couldn't help noticing that the river Ely had burst its banks in places, and the Taff didn't look far behind. That was a little worrying - I haven't seen the Taff so swollen in years, not since the barrage was built across the Bay! The barrage is meant to prevent any serious flooding in the city, as the sluice gates can be opened when the rivers are very swollen, to release the water pressure a little. But, of course, that can only happen when the tides are right. It's all very complicated. There has been a lot of flooding up in the valleys today.
In Other News, I am looking after the Foreign Naked Neighbours' kitten for the next fortnight. The girl, Rosa, knocked my door yesterday morning to ask me, rather urgently since they were leaving that afternoon. Seems the person they had arranged to come in to check on the kitten had been called back to Portugal by a family crisis, and they didn't know who else to ask. And it is easy enough for me - their back door is all of five feet across from mine! But when I went in for the first time this morning, my little Poppy was horrified. She started flinging herself at the door in fury that I should go into a strange place without letting her come and see what I was doing. *G* The kitten, Socks, is adorable - only about 4 months old, if that, so very young to be left alone. And I don't think she's had all her injections yet, so she shouldn't really mix with other cats, although she has played with Poppy out the back a few times over the summer. I'll have to make sure I check her at least a couple of times every day, while she's on her own.
Tomorrow is going to be a long day even without checking on Socks, though, as I am off to London at the crack of dawn to see the very first UK showing of Ten Inch Hero. Here's hoping for a dry day!
Anyway. St Fagans. It was wet. Very, very wet. I met up with a rather soggy
femsc, who was being a marshal at the event, and distracted her from her rain-soaked work for a while. I also spent quite a bit of time ducking in and out of the various farmhouses because, and this is the reason St Fagan's is such a great place even in the pouring rain, they always have such lovely roaring open fires. Perfect for drying off in front of! Plus, the museum staff manning the houses appreciate having someone to talk to for a little bit, and usually have really interesting stories to tell about the exhibits.Of course, as soon as I got on the bus to return home, it immediately stopped raining, and was dry most of the afternoon, although still very gloomy. Hopefully that would have made life a little more comfortable for the competitors and field marshals at the tournament - did you get dry at all,
femsc?On the drive home I couldn't help noticing that the river Ely had burst its banks in places, and the Taff didn't look far behind. That was a little worrying - I haven't seen the Taff so swollen in years, not since the barrage was built across the Bay! The barrage is meant to prevent any serious flooding in the city, as the sluice gates can be opened when the rivers are very swollen, to release the water pressure a little. But, of course, that can only happen when the tides are right. It's all very complicated. There has been a lot of flooding up in the valleys today.
In Other News, I am looking after the Foreign Naked Neighbours' kitten for the next fortnight. The girl, Rosa, knocked my door yesterday morning to ask me, rather urgently since they were leaving that afternoon. Seems the person they had arranged to come in to check on the kitten had been called back to Portugal by a family crisis, and they didn't know who else to ask. And it is easy enough for me - their back door is all of five feet across from mine! But when I went in for the first time this morning, my little Poppy was horrified. She started flinging herself at the door in fury that I should go into a strange place without letting her come and see what I was doing. *G* The kitten, Socks, is adorable - only about 4 months old, if that, so very young to be left alone. And I don't think she's had all her injections yet, so she shouldn't really mix with other cats, although she has played with Poppy out the back a few times over the summer. I'll have to make sure I check her at least a couple of times every day, while she's on her own.
Tomorrow is going to be a long day even without checking on Socks, though, as I am off to London at the crack of dawn to see the very first UK showing of Ten Inch Hero. Here's hoping for a dry day!
rain, rain, go away!
Sep. 5th, 2008 05:14 pmInteresting day. This morning I went up to St Fagans, where the World Field Archery Championship finals are being held, today and tomorrow. Met a couple of very nice little old ladies on the bus, visiting from North Wales, and got chatting - which was especially nice because then once we got to the museum they bought me a cup of tea in the coffee shop! Hee. I can find people to talk to just about anywhere. Which is weird, because go back even ten years and I wouldn't have started talking to a stranger for love nor money.
Anyway. St Fagans. It was wet. Very, very wet. I met up with a rather soggyfemsc, who was being a marshal at the event, and distracted her from her rain-soaked work for a while. I also spent quite a bit of time ducking in and out of the various farmhouses because, and this is the reason St Fagan's is such a great place even in the pouring rain, they always have such lovely roaring open fires. Perfect for drying off in front of! Plus, the museum staff manning the houses appreciate having someone to talk to for a little bit, and usually have really interesting stories to tell about the exhibits.
Of course, as soon as I got on the bus to return home, it immediately stopped raining, and was dry most of the afternoon, although still very gloomy. Hopefully that would have made life a little more comfortable for the competitors and field marshals at the tournament - did you get dry at all,femsc?
On the drive home I couldn't help noticing that the river Ely had burst its banks in places, and the Taff didn't look far behind. That was a little worrying - I haven't seen the Taff so swollen in years, not since the barrage was built across the Bay! The barrage is meant to prevent any serious flooding in the city, as the sluice gates can be opened when the rivers are very swollen, to release the water pressure a little. But, of course, that can only happen when the tides are right. It's all very complicated. There has been a lot of flooding up in the valleys today.
In Other News, I am looking after the Foreign Naked Neighbours' kitten for the next fortnight. The girl, Rosa, knocked my door yesterday morning to ask me, rather urgently since they were leaving that afternoon. Seems the person they had arranged to come in to check on the kitten had been called back to Portugal by a family crisis, and they didn't know who else to ask. And it is easy enough for me - their back door is all of five feet across from mine! But when I went in for the first time this morning, my little Poppy was horrified. She started flinging herself at the door in fury that I should go into a strange place without letting her come and see what I was doing. *G* The kitten, Socks, is adorable - only about 4 months old, if that, so very young to be left alone. And I don't think she's had all her injections yet, so she shouldn't really mix with other cats, although she has played with Poppy out the back a few times over the summer. I'll have to make sure I check her at least a couple of times every day, while she's on her own.
Tomorrow is going to be a long day even without checking on Socks, though, as I am off to London at the crack of dawn to see the very first UK showing of Ten Inch Hero. Here's hoping for a dry day!
Anyway. St Fagans. It was wet. Very, very wet. I met up with a rather soggy
femsc, who was being a marshal at the event, and distracted her from her rain-soaked work for a while. I also spent quite a bit of time ducking in and out of the various farmhouses because, and this is the reason St Fagan's is such a great place even in the pouring rain, they always have such lovely roaring open fires. Perfect for drying off in front of! Plus, the museum staff manning the houses appreciate having someone to talk to for a little bit, and usually have really interesting stories to tell about the exhibits.Of course, as soon as I got on the bus to return home, it immediately stopped raining, and was dry most of the afternoon, although still very gloomy. Hopefully that would have made life a little more comfortable for the competitors and field marshals at the tournament - did you get dry at all,
femsc?On the drive home I couldn't help noticing that the river Ely had burst its banks in places, and the Taff didn't look far behind. That was a little worrying - I haven't seen the Taff so swollen in years, not since the barrage was built across the Bay! The barrage is meant to prevent any serious flooding in the city, as the sluice gates can be opened when the rivers are very swollen, to release the water pressure a little. But, of course, that can only happen when the tides are right. It's all very complicated. There has been a lot of flooding up in the valleys today.
In Other News, I am looking after the Foreign Naked Neighbours' kitten for the next fortnight. The girl, Rosa, knocked my door yesterday morning to ask me, rather urgently since they were leaving that afternoon. Seems the person they had arranged to come in to check on the kitten had been called back to Portugal by a family crisis, and they didn't know who else to ask. And it is easy enough for me - their back door is all of five feet across from mine! But when I went in for the first time this morning, my little Poppy was horrified. She started flinging herself at the door in fury that I should go into a strange place without letting her come and see what I was doing. *G* The kitten, Socks, is adorable - only about 4 months old, if that, so very young to be left alone. And I don't think she's had all her injections yet, so she shouldn't really mix with other cats, although she has played with Poppy out the back a few times over the summer. I'll have to make sure I check her at least a couple of times every day, while she's on her own.
Tomorrow is going to be a long day even without checking on Socks, though, as I am off to London at the crack of dawn to see the very first UK showing of Ten Inch Hero. Here's hoping for a dry day!