Thursday, April 17th, 2008

ave atque vale

Thursday, April 17th, 2008 10:46 am
caddyman: (athenaeum club)
Well the time is nearly upon us when for all intents and purposes the Athenaeum Club ceases to exist. To maintain the conceit of an eccentric Gentlemen’s Club, you need a minimum of two eccentric gentlemen to be present and large as I am, I cannot be in two places at once, nor indeed can I pretend to be two people. That’s not eccentricity, that’s madness. I could get a stick on moustache for Furtle, but I don’t think I shall.

As of about midday tomorrow then, the Athenaeum Club will be consigned to blessed memory, though [livejournal.com profile] ellefurtle and I shall continue to haunt its dusty corridors until sometime in July at the very latest (I must check the lease) and then move on to somewhere smaller and more affordable.

Although the end has been sometime in coming, [livejournal.com profile] colonel_maxim has gone through many hoops over several months since applying and being accepted for his new job out there bringing justice to Johnny Taliban, it is only now, finally , that it seems real. The flat has been the scene of much sorting, discarding and packing over the past few weeks and the removal of books and things from the shelves has proceeded at a slow enough pace to allow us to get used to the denudation of the décor by stages so that the living room (principally) didn’t look too bare. There has been an accumulation of boxes and trunks that have appeared, moved and hidden in various corners, adding an artificial sense of vibrancy to what is, essentially, an ending.

Not now, though. As of last night the trunks, boxes and sundry items of furniture have been packed and removed. Some are on their way to storage; others are already on their way to Afghanistan. The walls in the living room are bare and I think I shall, for the last couple of months of our occupancy, finally get to display a couple or three of my antique maps to break up the monotony of the walls.

I got home too late top help with the lugging of items last night, but [livejournal.com profile] colonel_maxim, [livejournal.com profile] thalinoviel, [livejournal.com profile] ellefurtle and I disappeared off for an Italian meal by way of closing things off with a valedictory feed.

Tonight we have the quiz night – perhaps not quite the last that the Athenaeum Club will attend en masse since there is every possibility that The Colonel will be back for a visit in six weeks or so - and we shall destroy the £25 bar tab we won decisively last week.

I have tomorrow off to burn up some of my accumulated leave before the end of the month. I think we shall go for breakfast at the local café and then, once he has driven off to the airport, I shall take the opportunity to ransack the remnants of the Colonel’s property in the (probably forlorn) hope of making a quick buck.

ave atque vale

Thursday, April 17th, 2008 10:46 am
caddyman: (athenaeum club)
Well the time is nearly upon us when for all intents and purposes the Athenaeum Club ceases to exist. To maintain the conceit of an eccentric Gentlemen’s Club, you need a minimum of two eccentric gentlemen to be present and large as I am, I cannot be in two places at once, nor indeed can I pretend to be two people. That’s not eccentricity, that’s madness. I could get a stick on moustache for Furtle, but I don’t think I shall.

As of about midday tomorrow then, the Athenaeum Club will be consigned to blessed memory, though [livejournal.com profile] ellefurtle and I shall continue to haunt its dusty corridors until sometime in July at the very latest (I must check the lease) and then move on to somewhere smaller and more affordable.

Although the end has been sometime in coming, [livejournal.com profile] colonel_maxim has gone through many hoops over several months since applying and being accepted for his new job out there bringing justice to Johnny Taliban, it is only now, finally , that it seems real. The flat has been the scene of much sorting, discarding and packing over the past few weeks and the removal of books and things from the shelves has proceeded at a slow enough pace to allow us to get used to the denudation of the décor by stages so that the living room (principally) didn’t look too bare. There has been an accumulation of boxes and trunks that have appeared, moved and hidden in various corners, adding an artificial sense of vibrancy to what is, essentially, an ending.

Not now, though. As of last night the trunks, boxes and sundry items of furniture have been packed and removed. Some are on their way to storage; others are already on their way to Afghanistan. The walls in the living room are bare and I think I shall, for the last couple of months of our occupancy, finally get to display a couple or three of my antique maps to break up the monotony of the walls.

I got home too late top help with the lugging of items last night, but [livejournal.com profile] colonel_maxim, [livejournal.com profile] thalinoviel, [livejournal.com profile] ellefurtle and I disappeared off for an Italian meal by way of closing things off with a valedictory feed.

Tonight we have the quiz night – perhaps not quite the last that the Athenaeum Club will attend en masse since there is every possibility that The Colonel will be back for a visit in six weeks or so - and we shall destroy the £25 bar tab we won decisively last week.

I have tomorrow off to burn up some of my accumulated leave before the end of the month. I think we shall go for breakfast at the local café and then, once he has driven off to the airport, I shall take the opportunity to ransack the remnants of the Colonel’s property in the (probably forlorn) hope of making a quick buck.

Tooth Torture

Thursday, April 17th, 2008 02:21 pm
caddyman: (not well)
I am fed up with this. The side of my mouth hurts again because no matter how hard I try, the occasional piece of “hard” food finds its way to the left side of my mouth when I am eating and stabs the bit of gum that’s supposed to be healing. It’s a fortnight ago today since it was perpetrated upon me and I am getting very tired indeed of having to eat everything but the softest food gingerly and with caution.

The gum feels swollen and very tender on the outside – it seems OK on the inside where it meets the palate. It would be just my luck if the dentist left a tiny piece of tooth in there to irritate me forever.

This is why I try never to go to the dentists unless it is in extremis. I am certainly losing what little will I had to spend a fortune having the last piece of work done, especially as the dentist has already said she can’t guarantee the success creation of a new crown, though she is more than willing to poke at the tooth and surrounding gum, torturing me for the privilege of paying enough money for her to send her kids to college.

None of it hurt before I went to the bloody place and I could eat what I wanted, when I wanted and chew it or not with any part of my mouth as I saw fit; now I have a continual low-level battle with anything more solid than wet bread or semolina.

Bah.

Tooth Torture

Thursday, April 17th, 2008 02:21 pm
caddyman: (not well)
I am fed up with this. The side of my mouth hurts again because no matter how hard I try, the occasional piece of “hard” food finds its way to the left side of my mouth when I am eating and stabs the bit of gum that’s supposed to be healing. It’s a fortnight ago today since it was perpetrated upon me and I am getting very tired indeed of having to eat everything but the softest food gingerly and with caution.

The gum feels swollen and very tender on the outside – it seems OK on the inside where it meets the palate. It would be just my luck if the dentist left a tiny piece of tooth in there to irritate me forever.

This is why I try never to go to the dentists unless it is in extremis. I am certainly losing what little will I had to spend a fortune having the last piece of work done, especially as the dentist has already said she can’t guarantee the success creation of a new crown, though she is more than willing to poke at the tooth and surrounding gum, torturing me for the privilege of paying enough money for her to send her kids to college.

None of it hurt before I went to the bloody place and I could eat what I wanted, when I wanted and chew it or not with any part of my mouth as I saw fit; now I have a continual low-level battle with anything more solid than wet bread or semolina.

Bah.

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