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Distracted

I've had a bit of a brain (or imagination) freeze. Maybe it's because of half term and being focused on the interests of the man-cub (my son, who is off school until tomorrow). This all means I haven't managed a coherent blog entry.

According to the weather gremlins, it should rain -- heavily -- all this week. But this is mostly in combination with what I consider bearable temperatures. So, ok. However, I do wonder how the plants will come out of all this: almost four months of freezing temperatures, then at least a week of continuous rain. Am I going to have to cut everything in the garden back and let the plants concentrate on strengthening their root systems?

My perfume jones has been attended to: thanks to a lovely MUAer I will soon be in possession of a reasonable amount of Dior Eau Noire. Immortelle, burnt cumin (I don't see that in the notes list but my nose and brain say it's there): dense, syrupy -- yeah, I know that doesn't sound good, but believe me, it is, it is! One day I will possess a bottle of this, which I finally found out comes in 125, 250 and 500 ml sizes. Wow. Just ... wow.

Many thanks to the commenters who gave me book suggestions. However, I have to confess I've found another vampire series (I'm not going to say which one except that it is marketed at adults -- at least) and am going to go with that for a little while. Not really interested in other mythical creatures but vampires certainly seem to do it for me. Oh, I lie: shape-shifters are fascinating -- I've always meant to read more Tony Hillerman -- but not nearly to the same extent as vampires, not by a mile. I know it's sad, but I can't really dredge up a truly strong feeling of embarrassment.

I collected my new glasses (I've been in desperate need of new specs -- have been doing the 'take off the glasses to read small type' thing for a year now -- and ... I don't like them. I thought they looked reasonably good when I picked out the frames with my contact lenses on. I decided I needed a change from unobtrusive wire frames and picked something along the lines of sexy librarian. However, now I see I missed the mark. I think I'll be wearing my contacts somewhat more frequently...

Finally, on sillage. Walking somewhere over the past few days (they somewhat melt into each other, with highlights of lunch at the Empress of India, being turfed out of the Science Museum due to a fire alert, and having a long lovely afternoon visit with friends on Saturday), a rather average looking middle aged man walked by us at some point wafting the most glorious patchouli smell. More frequently the sillage I've gotten has been an assault rather than a pleasure: too much of anything that doesn't cover up the smell of cigarettes; too much cheap fruity-floral up too close on the bus or tube; too much bad men's cologne. So, it was wonderful to have the clean-dirt, slightly acrid smell of really good patchouli in my nose.