Travels to a new home, incarnations of Khan and a weasel

It's been something like 2 years since we drove up to the wilds of Stratford-Upon-Avon to see november_girl and ephraim. We last saw them at the latter's birthday bash in a field this year. Now they have a new house, a 'settling' home; we came, we saw, we were sumptuously fed and watered and conversation, to a background of amazing tunes and wines, carried on til early morning. As ever, when times are really good, it's hard to describe them.

We had a grand evening. Been far too long.

The drive home exhausted us. We got in, slammed some pizzas in the oven and watched The Wrath of Khan; Star Trek II, which seemed to consist of Ricardo Montalban slapping the members of Duran Duran over and over again. How could I not love it? My favourite bit was when Khans's killer warriors all fell down, complete with a close up of the underside of someone's space sneakers. larians had got the film so we could compare, contrast and cross-refer to the latest offering from the franchise, the Khan reboot in Journey Into Darkness. I like both Khans, Montalban's Mad Max/Shakespearian villain and Cumberpatch's glacial Nietzschenik. I stare at him and see the upper and lower halves of two very impressive faces pasted together. it's not quite handsome but it is memorable.

Today looks like paperwork and practicality. One more hour's indulgence before beginning.

Moment's wildlife: We saw a weasel crossing the road. I have never seen one in my life before. Very tiny and cute!

DWW

Sitting in front of all the CICA paperwork. I can sign it and accept the pitiful amount they are offering me...or I can appeal again.

There's almost no point in appealing again, as far as I can tell it'll be 6 more months of waiting for the same amount.

But it is such a small amount, for something that changed my whole life. I try to think of those who get hurt much more and are given much less; that's reality. Let's face it, I shouldn't be complaining that my diamond shoes are tight. And I don't understand myself. Why am I so upset?

This time yesterday I was laughing in a friend's house. This time the day before we were driving into Kent, an interesting move as we were aiming for Warwickshire. This time the day before...I can't recall the day before. Life is good...but the truth is, a lot of the time I am not all right.

I could spend it on some needed repairs for the house oop narth. I could spend it on a party for my beau for his 40th, I could spend it on a very special present for him, I could make an exceedingly short film with it, I could get a little training in animal care, I could buy one (short!)term of a PhD, I could go for a holiday somewhere, I can save it for getting the beasties to Oz, if we go... I can do any one of these, and if I think like that, it all becomes easier. But to be honest, I would have liked it to stretch to two of the above, and there's just not enough in the pot.

It is no big deal. But I left those papers downstairs on the table, and cannot go back to look at them.

Not right now; though I know it will be all right.

Later then.