I was reading again as I usually do before the film starts, and I was tapped on the shoulder. Wheeling round somewhat dazed, I was confronted with not only my supervisor, but another rather scary person from the department. Erk. I tried to look intelligent, interesting and alert, but suspect that this is the kind of thing that's never really successful when you're trying it deliberately. Then we had to chat briefly, and it was that terribly awkward thing of not knowing if it was meant to continue until the film started, or if there would be a natural break, or should I just break off mid-sentence and resume reading. In the end I carried it on a little bit too long and had to return to my book rather flustered.
As they were right behind me, I was very consious of my behaviour. I don't think I'm generally a bad cinema-goer, but I was worried that I might develop awful tics and start waving my hands in the air, talking loudly to the person next to me or singing along. I managed to control myself, but drinking from my water bottle posed a problem, as I suddenly felt I should do it unobtrusively, and forgot how to drink properly and ended up slightly spraying water from the bottle top over myself and, I think, the person next to me. Only a little bit, but I fancy that the droplets caught the light of the projector in an almost magical manner.( Anyway, the film. )
Today I have mostly been watching Time Trumpet
, which is just outstanding. Even if it didn't have Stewart Lee it would still be excellent, but the fact that he is there is very lovely indeed. He's just so him. I particularly like the Dragons' Den
clips, though mstly I don't get them because I don't watch it. There was one bit where an entrepreneur told Rachel Elnaugh to stop talking because he was speaking to the men.
When not watching this, I locked myself out of the house with a large amount of shopping, with a large amount of meat that needed the frisge quite desperately. Since this was the middle of the day, I walked over to alicamel
's nursery to ask for her key. First though, I had to wait until the taxi driver drove off so he didn't know that I couldn't get in the front door. I don't know why this was important, but he frustrated me by sitting and fiddling with his meter, so I pretended that I had just that second received a scintillating text that required my instant and dedicated attention until he finally went. Then I put all my shopping in the shed (and I've just remembered I left the washing up liquid on a shelf), locked it so that no-one would steal my steal of a bargain of a pork joint, and walked off to find Alice. It was in a bit of Lancaster I had never been to before, which is very pretty. I found it thanks to a kind man's directions, and then realised that it probably wasn't a good idea to just stroll in, as they tend to discourage that sort of access in childcare. I was ostentatiously tentative, so that they would see I wasn't trying anything, and found someone in an office.