Every night they visit you /
Every night they come /
And bit by bit /
They steal your brain /
And feed it to their MUM
-- "The Madness Hamsters" by Edward Monkton
Check out this entry - games to play on public transport... and with children's books titles. Unfortunately, I don't know enough about adult books to join in the game...
There are things I love about winter... The clothes; the coats; the hats; the scarves... Western Springs on a cold morning. The crispness of the air. There are things I loathe about winter... The main one is - the lack of umbrella etiquette. Is it so hard to keep your (furled) umbrella close to your side - not sticking out behind you, ready to skewer unwary pedestrians?
Normally it's an hour bus trip home - ie I leave work just before 5 and get home around 6 (5 minutes either side). Today, yep traffic on the motorway was bad - but the bus driver compounded the issue by deciding to take a detour out of the traffic. Bad call. It was bad everywhere. So (this will make sense to those with a bit of knowledge of West Auckland), instead of just getting off the motorway at Waterview (as per normal) or even Pt Chev and going along Great North Road, we ended up going past Pak'n'Save in Mt Albert! WAY out of the way. And walked in the door at 6.40... Ok, the time would probably be the same if he'd just travelled the normal route - but very disconcerting trip all the same.
Confession time. I was addicted to paper dolls as a kid. Made my own outfits for them. Treasured my mum's collection from the 40s/50s (Rita Hayworth from Carmen included), even reverted as an adult and bought nice new ones (for no apparent reason, really).