I was really busy for some reason today, despite my continued promises to myself I would actually get some work done. I had to mail off a couple more copies of the demo CD to Australia this morning, before going on a house viewing at 12, before going back home and grabbing my bag for a postgrad composition seminar at 2, before packing my keyboard up and heading to Parkinson Steps and ultimately the OAP home at 5.30. The really annoying thing about today is how I had bits and pieces to do about an hour apart, therefore leaving no time to do anything particularly constructive in between.
By the time I finished performing at the OAP home at 8, I realised that the only thing I had eaten all day was a bowl of 8p noodles, so I asked Megan and Nick if they wanted to go to the local for a drink. (I needed one badly at this point) The beauty of Haddon Hall is that it serves food at this hour, whereas I think the Royal Park doesn't. My dad has, of late, been banging on about this grammatical nuance:
I don't think the Royal Park (does) serve(s) food
I think the Royal Park doesn't serve food
He is forever advocating the second sentence as the correct one, on the grounds that if you "don't" think then it was never really thought. Which makes sense, in an abstract sort of way. He would be proud, if he ever read this journal.
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