Lefty
Susan and I submitted an abstract for a paper to be presented at a conference in Glasgow and we found out this morning that we have been accepted. Great excitement for half an hour and then the harsh realities of who would pay for us surfaced, as we knew it would. I am determined to go somehow. We have both given papers before but not overseas and I am NOT going to miss this chance - not sure when I will get time to write it though.
I'm soldiering on with the orthotics in my shoes - they seem to be helping to make me walk straight and I am sooo sick of limping and languishing.
Tuesday, April 01, 2003
Monday, March 31, 2003
Lefty
We went to see 'Ned Kelly' which isn't bad but Righty was irritated by the unintended anachronisms. The major problem was with the carriages of course, as Righty is the world expert on Australian horse-drawn vehicles. If you have seen the film you might remember the scene where Naomi Watt's horrible husband stumbles as he clambers into the carriage. Well no wonder he stumbled! The klutz was getting in the wrong side and not only that, everybody was sitting in the wrong seat. The children were facing the horses. Wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong. They should have had their backs to the horses and Naomi should have been in the 'seat of honour', facing the horses and on the right hand side. Klutzy should have got in from the left and sat on the left. But it gets worse. In another scene we see a carriage stored inside a stable with the horses. According to Righty, the ammonia in the horses' dooings would have had a major deleterious effect on the carriage's varnish and no-one would have subjected their carriage to such treatment. So there.
We went to see 'Ned Kelly' which isn't bad but Righty was irritated by the unintended anachronisms. The major problem was with the carriages of course, as Righty is the world expert on Australian horse-drawn vehicles. If you have seen the film you might remember the scene where Naomi Watt's horrible husband stumbles as he clambers into the carriage. Well no wonder he stumbled! The klutz was getting in the wrong side and not only that, everybody was sitting in the wrong seat. The children were facing the horses. Wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong. They should have had their backs to the horses and Naomi should have been in the 'seat of honour', facing the horses and on the right hand side. Klutzy should have got in from the left and sat on the left. But it gets worse. In another scene we see a carriage stored inside a stable with the horses. According to Righty, the ammonia in the horses' dooings would have had a major deleterious effect on the carriage's varnish and no-one would have subjected their carriage to such treatment. So there.
Lefty
Last Friday Susan and I went to a cocktail party hosted by the PVC to bring together all the Kuching veterans, wannabes, soon-to-bes and backroom boys. A very blokey occasion, there were about four women and 60 or so men, mostly engineers. Hmmm. Good grub though and a passable white wine.
This morning I paid (boy, did I pay!) my second visit to the physiotherapist who repeated the pummelling he gave me last week. I hope it is helping - my knee stills feels very dodgy. He told me there was a lot of tension in my body (what else is new?) and that I should walk like a West Indian, loose, limber and relaxed. So we practised together, large Sri Lankan physio and small, fair-skinned woman in surgical gown walking like West Indians around the tiny office with its panoramic views over St Kilda Road. Suddenly a window cleaner appeared in one of those contraptions they sit in, swinging gently in the breeze and staring unswervingly at his sqweedgie.
Last Friday Susan and I went to a cocktail party hosted by the PVC to bring together all the Kuching veterans, wannabes, soon-to-bes and backroom boys. A very blokey occasion, there were about four women and 60 or so men, mostly engineers. Hmmm. Good grub though and a passable white wine.
This morning I paid (boy, did I pay!) my second visit to the physiotherapist who repeated the pummelling he gave me last week. I hope it is helping - my knee stills feels very dodgy. He told me there was a lot of tension in my body (what else is new?) and that I should walk like a West Indian, loose, limber and relaxed. So we practised together, large Sri Lankan physio and small, fair-skinned woman in surgical gown walking like West Indians around the tiny office with its panoramic views over St Kilda Road. Suddenly a window cleaner appeared in one of those contraptions they sit in, swinging gently in the breeze and staring unswervingly at his sqweedgie.
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