I’ve been trying to be discreet about it

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I received a phone call yesterday informing me that my camera had arrived, and lo, there was much rejoicing. I charged up the battery last night and spent far too brief a time playing around with it before going to bed. I have been sitting at work all day wondering why on earth I’m here when I could be at home taking pictures. Maybe I could suddenly come down with a terrible disease. So far my thoughts are that it is the most wonderful camera in the world and it’s going to take me years to work out what all the buttons do.

I am rather smugly pleased with my Christmas arrangements this year. My cards and letters are almost finished, and I should have them in the post tomorrow. All the presents that need posting have been posted, which thankfully weren’t that many because the cost of postage nearly gave me a heart attack. This weekend is designated as the Grand Baking Extravaganza of 2006, although I haven’t quite decided what I’m making yet. Nigella Lawson’s brownies are definitely in, but I’m yet to choose my biscuit recipes. And naturally, I will be taking photos (photos! With the camera!) of the results. I’ve already bought a selection of pretty little boxes to be filled with tissue paper and baked goods. Oh yes, I’m too revoltingly domestic for words.

Most hilarious overheard conversation this week:
Guy Across the Partition is having yet another personal conversation about his wife’s miscarriage. I’m trying to ignore him and am dictating away because dear god, I have heard enough about the miscarriage. His voice gradually gets louder and louder, either because it’s a bad phone line or because he’s a lunatic. I’m not ruling out the latter. “Have you heard about Marge ? I said, have you heard about Marge! Yeah, she’s been having a bit of a rough time lately! Yes, yes, I’m afraid so!” He’s now bellowing. “YES, WELL, WE’VE BEEN TRYING TO BE DISCREET ABOUT IT!” I turn off the dictaphone, lie my head on the desk, and begin to cry with somewhat silent laughter.

I made the mistake of telling Prince Valiant about the incident, and now he occasionally leaps around a corner and screams at me, “WE’RE TRYING TO BE DISCREET ABOUT IT!” which makes me collapse with laughter all over again. I’m just glad that the Guy occasionally makes me laugh, because otherwise he would have driven me mad by now. And it would have been a pity to be declared mad before I turned 25.

(That was an incredibly subtle way of announcing that I turn 25 tomorrow. A quarter-century - now, that’s proper adulthood.)

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