Someone very important has a birthday tomorrow.
This is just what she is getting from granny and grangrad. [Yes, there are a lot of thin flat rectangular parcels – her granny thinks you can never have too many books.]
Granny also got a parcel today – a bit heavier but much less exciting. Yes – the slow cooker has arrived!
Although I’ve been frustrated by Amazon’s ‘Express’ Delivery, their customer service has been prompt and efficient – after I emailed quite late on Wednesday to say the cooker still hadn’t arrived, I got a very quick reply to say another one was on it’s way, expected delivery date 12th November.
So getting it on the 11th was a bit of a surprise. [It is the second one, not the first, I checked the despatch date on the parcel.] The Logistics Manager in the family reckons the first one probably ‘fell off the back of a lorry’, if you know what I mean.
Ironically, if I read the labelling on the packaging correctly, it was imported through Southampton before being sent to Scotland and then back to Hampshire. I should have gone down to the docks and demanded they opened a container – or maybe not …
Nothing to show from college yesterday as it was a lecture + ‘work on your 3D pieces while everyone else has tutorials’. Of course muggins, who had nothing in a suitable state to take to work on, drew the short straw and got the penultimate tutorial spot.
My knitting grew quite considerably.
However, when I eventually got to be tutored, nice things were said about my choice of research topic [Susie MacMurray] my research proposal, and the selection of 3D bits I’d taken in to be inspected. I am now officially allowed to go on make very peculiar bits of nothing out of very peculiar materials. You have been warned…
Speaking of peculiar 3D things, Rambo the dodo phoenix is nearly finished. He needs some eyes and, I think, a little jewellery. And then he needs attaching to the nest/flames on which he is sitting as he has a tendency to fall over.
I don’t like stuffies, but I like Rambo – I suppose it’s different when it’s your own child! [And his feet do remind me of the Logistics Manager …]