The Monkey Princess (stellanova) wrote,
The Monkey Princess

brief update from the ether

I just realised how infrequently I've been posting recently. In fact, I suppose I've turned into a mysterious LJ lurker. The shame. It's basically because I always feel a bit iffy posting at work in case someone looms up behind me and realises what I'm doing, but luckily there is hardly anyone in today so it doesn't matter.

So! What have I been doing lately? Well, not much, really, apart from knitting socks, worrying about Ju Ju, laughing with the bold Patsington, and eating cheese. I am kind of experiencing early-winter blues, which will hopefully be aleviated by next week's trip to London and the subsequent few days off work. One thing I have been enjoying is the freedom of cycling. It's just so liberating, being able to head off on my own steam. Seriously, I'm like a New Woman in the 1880s! And oh, how I love not having to wait at the poxy bus stop in the freezing cold after work. Dublin Bus in general and my route home from work in particular is so bloody unreliable that it isn't unusual to have to wait an hour for a bus that's meant to come every 15 minutes, and now, although it takes me about 25 minutes to cycle home, most days the bus never passes me en route, which of course means that if I wasn't on my bike, I'd still be back at the bus stop. Hurrah for being free of Dublin Bus's whims!

Alas, I live so far out in the burbs that it's really too far to cycle into town, but I have made other trips apart from my daily work cycles. The last two Sundays, I made the daring trek to Dun Laoghaire (oooh, three whole miles!) to the farmer's market. The first week, I was intending to buy a 5 litre refill bag for my organic juice box (yes, yes, I am a bourgeoise liberal cliché), which Patsington and I had purchased a few weeks before, but I had forgotten quite how heavy 5 litres of apple juice is. And also, when it is in a plastic bag, how wobbly and gloopy. It fell off my bike's "backer" as soon as I left the People's Park where the market takes place, and it me took about 15 minutes to tie it back on again (it was far too heavy to go in the front basket, I wouldn't have been able to steer) and I spent the entire journey home cycling very slowly and carefully in case it fell off once more. But it didn't. And last week I cycled there and returned in triumph with a basket filled with delicious French bread, fresh cheese, organic sausages and aubergines, feeling very, very smug.

Hurrah, it's half five! I plan to spend the evening cooking a delicious Nigel Slater recipe, watching the latest 30 Rock (after a couple of lacklustre opening episodes, the second season is definitely back on form - I hope last night's episode was as good as last week's) and wondering how tomorrow evening is going to go - Patsington's and my parents are meeting properly for the first time. Let's hope no one embarrasses themselves...
Tags: day by day, on your bike
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