Confessions of a Fannish Dinosaur

Late last week one neighbour offered me zucchini. Just a nice neighbourly thing, right? Except that the veggies were upsetting her because she'd been feeding her grandchild a zucchini fritter and then realised that said kiddie was having an anaphylactic reaction. Adrenaline in the home from an ambo, and antihistamines and follow-up in the local hospital occurred. 'They were enjoying it, too', my poor neighbour mourned. The fritter, not the medical excitements.

And then today, after a very light nap and the expectation that I'd soon rise to tackle my kitchen, hoorah! I heard one hell of a bang. My other neighbour's car had been parked on the road. Had been. It was now parked on the footpath and thoroughly munted because some dozy daydreamer had strayed out of their lane and collided good and proper. Rumour, aka my son who I sent over with a yard broom to help clean the mess, stated that dozy daydreamer's car was also probably a write-off and that dozy daydreamer apparently wasn't insured. My neighbour was safe inside but pretty angry as you might imagine.

Events do not go in threes, correct? ;-) And the kitchen did get tackled.

I'm a tad worried that covid loves me a little too much. Despite being a mild dose compared to last time, the same tiredness nonsense that dogged me for two or three months after the first bout continues after this one too. I nap heavily every day, and yeah. Whole new insight into CFS daughter's frustration and grumps.

Part time work manageable, garden not a complete shambles (pink princess dahlia lives up to her name, roses still alive), kitchen a total shambles, and no writing. Bah!

I've watched the gay hockey show. I enjoyed it, but I'm not fannish about it. At least I have a reference point now. :-)

Tabby Little isn't the hunter that Miss Calico was, which is good. But she's still a cat. Miss Calico was an embarrassing exemplar of the cat that lengthily toys with its prey, but Tabby Little has a catch and dispatch approach. It's less distressing even if the clean-up after remains rather gross and generally feathery.