Tomorrow will have a Business Analysts Institute committee meeting at lunchtime (I expect) and a Bankers Institute meeting after work, which I will need to leave as soon as it finishes to get to our parish vestry meeting. I have received eighteen pages of correspondence by email for the Vestry meeting, most of which were sent to me as Word documents first. For the first time, I have received everything as a rich text format file in advance of the meeting. See http://baptism.co.nz/word.html if you don't know what I'm talking about.
I note that sheaj34 has upgraded her LJ account to a paid one.
Comments about the places she mentioned in her recent post:
I still have very fond memories about Oxford, despite what happened to me there. Key memories include May Morning, the Saturday of Eights Week and the friend who was able to point me in the direction of my room, the friends I made there and the enormous amount of stuff I learned: not enough was mathematics. Jimi Hendrix was black! I never knew that till I was there.
That was always a favourite restaurant mine, back to the time I was at school. The memories of a stack of pancakes, whether sweet or savoury, stay with me. Not ever to forget the night before Viv and I were married, when a pile of our friends went there for supper. Yes, I'm sure sheaj34 was among them, although fifteen years younger. When I was home in September, my mum asked one night where I would like to go and have dinner, and I thought of the place. There was no sign of it in the Yellow Pages or the directory, and we weren't game to drive over to WK for what was probably going to be a wild goose chase. Is it still there? However, even if it isn't, it obviously lives on through this chain - look at the pictures and recognise them! We went there when we were in Melbourne in 1996 and again in 2001. In fact, I think we went twice in 2001. I wonder if there's any chance of them expanding their operation across the Tasman?
Went youth hostelling with some friends from Crusaders a couple of times. Hated it. Walking miles in unfriendly terrain in lousy weather, with only the spartan accommodation of a youth hostel to look forward to at the end of it. Don't have the slightest idea why I went back a second time.