Further craftiness of the lobster

[elettaria]

I delivered it to the synagogue on Friday evening and it was received with a round of applause and much gratifying marvelling over it, especially the apparently wondrous fact that I hand-sewed it in just over a fortnight. I hope they work out a way to use it as a wall hanging for the High Holydays, they could really do with having something that looks a bit more Jewish in the church that they borrow for those services. Don't get me wrong, that Unitarian church is lovely and as churches go, it's relatively unchurchy-looking, but still, it's a church rather than a synagogue.

In other news, not only am I absolutely bloody shattered from spending four hours at synagogue (I'd forgotten how excruciatingly uncomfortable those chairs are), but I have what has been described by Gerald Durrell as a "rich, bubbling cold" and I want none of it. On the other hand, I've discovered that Potter's Life Drops (tincture of chilli, elderflower and peppermint, very useful stuff but HOT) go well in peppermint tea, and even better when you leave the used peppermint teabag in for the next cup and add a licorice teabag. Electric heating pads are also wondrous things.

I am also rather bored. Audiobook recommendations, anyone? You can see the books I have access to here.

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[elettaria.livejournal.com]

You should be able to browse the catalogue without being logged in, you just can't add books to your bookshelf.

[eye-of-a-cat.livejournal.com]

Oh, I see now. Okay, the last book I completely fell head-over-heels for was Phillipa Forrester's _The Other Boleyn Girl_ (it's Tudor fanfiction, and it's not exactly great literature, but oh I could not put it down, I swear, DO NOT JUDGE ME). Also, I don't know if you're a Raymond Chandler person, but if you are it looks like there's a good selection on there.

[elettaria.livejournal.com]

I'm currently listening to a bit of The Chrysalids, as the librarian at RNIB told me it's one they're thinking of rerecording because it's so bad it's beyond a joke. This was probably just after I mentioned that the narrator for The Day of the Triffids is quite audibly drunk for most of the recording. There are strange wibbling noises and random wind howling in the background for this, pretty much constantly, and it's not precisely an alluring recording, with a middle-aged man speaking conservative RP in a very pausy way. Not as bad as it could have been. Oh dear, he just paused to tell us how to spell solanaceae, and spelt it wrong, too. Yes, it is rather odd. Boozing was at least appropriate for The Day of the Triffids, and really brought out the theme of, "The world's ending! Let's get hammered!"

Anyway, The Other Boleyn Girl is now added to my bookshelf. I could possibly fancy some nice science fiction. Recommendations, anyone? I go for "soft" rather than "hard" SF, the stuff that's more interested in sociology and so forth.