moore mater with less art
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Yesterday afternoon we went for a strenuous trundle up through the Bot Gardens - strenuous for Mummy at least, whose entire body formed a 45 degree angle with the ground as she shoved the pushchair up the steep Sculpture Walk. Still, at least R learned to say 'Henry Moore'. (And 'bye-bye, Henry Moore' too, which she came up with all by herself.)
Purpose of all this pushing was to drop into Vic Library to beg them for a Borrowers Card so I can do some research for the crop of literary biogs I'm supposed to be doing for my old employers, who are quite amenable to hiring back former employees as freelancers. Of course if Vic tell me to get stuffed I'm not sure what I'll do - it's a long, long way to the UL. I'm to wait a week while they consider my application, the 'reasons for use' section of which I scribbled blotchily and with many crossings-out as Becca squirmed and shrieked in her pushchair. 'I promise I won't be bringing this one on my visits,' I explained lamely with the library clerk, who gave me a watery smile. Now at the UL we'd have both been slung down the front steps without ceremony. Afterwards I dropped into one of Vic's new coffee shops, where the owner recognised me because I used to work in his twin brother's café upstairs something like eight years ago, and gave me my flat white on the house. What a country!
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