THE MIGRAINE (yesterday) eventually went away. Got barely the tiniest hint of a headache, though I felt mighty nauseated for ages and ages and couldn't see straight for a long time. (I only managed to tap in yesterday's post bc I touch-type. Otherwise it would have been impossible!) If you have "classical" migraine and try e.g. to read a book, half the text will seem to disappear as the visual field is full of blind spots and zigzags. If you're wondering what on earth I'm talking about "migraine" without severe headache - as I said yesterday my dr. said I'm just lucky. Every time it has happened in the last 12 years or more I've escaped the headache. It's called "subclinical migraine".
I did a fair bit of writing once I felt better. I am on to the time I was at university in 1991/1992. The course I chose was called "comparative literature" - this gave me the widest possible choice of "modules" so after 2 terms of "prelims" were done with I jumped straight into "The World of (Icelandic) Sagas" and "Creative Writing: The Novel". My teacher for the latter was a lovely bubbly lady called Michele Roberts. Unlike the authors of those gerzillions of "how to write a 20 million copy bestseller" - type books you'll find in the "creative writing" sections of bookshops... and yet none of their works (except the how-to) are even in print! Let alone selling 20 million copies- this lady has been Booker shortlisted, been a Booker Prize judge... and is now a Professor of Creative Writing ... yes! Back at UEA where I was a student (many many MANY moons ago). She is a really good teacher, full of pizzazz and zest (and she loves knocking back the red wine if I recall correctly (!))
My robos have been hiding in lavatory tubes for the past three days. At one point I seriously thought they'd all escaped. Then I leaned over their domain and cooed "come out you great big fat gremlins!" and three pink noses, six beady eyes appear from the tubes. Spherical is most ambivalent to this point, as she doesn't really like me, and yet if something exciting seems to be going on with the other two (who do like me) she doesn't want to be missing out. Which results in lots of scurrying around in a confused kind of way.
The weather is gorgeous. At last! The trees are going gold, the air is cold. Autumn proper is here. At such very long last. (It means the magic mushrooms will be out in profusion after the next rains, except living in a metropolis I know nowhere to pick them... ho-hum anyway dem trippy fungoids are a thing of my past. Now I can FEEL the beautiful autumn I feel cleaner today than I have in a very long time. It's such a good feeling.
Right and on that note: I'm off!
I am worried about the goldfish - He doesn't look well at all. And I fear it's my fault. He's not even my goldfish, strictly speaking. He came to live with us when Younger Son and Nuora we...
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