So I had a lovely and lazy weekend. On Saturday I successfully meandered about along the river, and over the Coton where I got my apple juice and a couple of other things from the Coton Orchard farm shop/garden centre. And then back, via sitting on Trinity backs. The apple juice is indeed expensive-ish, but also very nice.
On Sunday, I also dragged myself out, mainly to just read
The Secret Country by the river. I met a group of teenagers throwing each other in the river; one girl asked if I enjoyed reading "because I don't read, it's hard" (but not in a criticising way, in an almost embarrassed way).
I met a boy asking for the time, who stood in puzzling awe of my white phone. I met Gaute, and exchanged brief suggestions of films and books. And Nick L from work. And saw some rowing races. And met an old-ish gentleman campaigning the council to get some better bins on Jesus green. (I suggested some more basic dustbins chained to lamp-posts. Real bins would be better, but any bins would be an awful lot better than rubbish falling out and blowing about.)
I watched to the end of season three of Angel, and saw Ratatouille, and Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom. And played
Chronotron (Seriously, play it! Ingenious. So cute :) Did I mention that it's a platform game where you play a robot with a time-machine?).
However, I totally failed to respond to any of the interesting and controversial emails and lj comments in my inbox to give philosophical opinions or arrange meetings or reply to chat. A number of those basically consumed my today. So, um, new exciting work from tomorrow.