Easter weekend was busy, as both girls were home, plus one boyfriend. On Saturday we went to North Wales to visit Mum.
The actual visit was pleasant. We met my brother, sister-in-law and nephew at a pub with Mum, and had lunch, then returned to her house for the afternoon. My nephew is a maths wiz and has a fully-funded doctoral scholarship at Oxford starting next year. It was nice to see them all, though Mum is getting noticeably frail and more than a little forgetful these days. (She will be 89 in August.)
The bad, though, was that it took a good five hours to get there, and three hours back, so we spent more time on the road than we actually did in Mum's company. There was an accident on the M6 (when isn't there?) so we had to go cross-country, and it took us an hour just to get round the teeming metropolis of Nantwich
. Yes, ours is a small but crowded island.
In other good news, I had a paper accepted for a conference in August, on Lois McMaster Bujold. (The Vorkosigan novels in the light of Bujold's dedication of A Civil Campaign
) It's at the "other university" in Cambridge, and I'm feeling rather excited about it.
The bleagh news?
I'm 58. I should not need to be buying sanitary supplies. I should not be having period pain cramps. They should not have been going on for eighteen months and they should not be incapacitating me to the extent that I didn't even do my Herald
post on Sunday. I am very thoroughly pissed off about this.
And to finish, today is Shakespeare's 450th birthday. As far as they know, as only his baptism was ever recorded at the time. He has been my passion, my companion and my mainstay all my life. Here's wishing the birthday boy another 450 years of eternal fame. *g*
This Figure, that thou here seest put,
It was for gentle Shakespeare cut;
Wherein the Graver had a strife