We are wimps

It's not snowing, but it is raining quite hard and the impetus we'd built up yesterday has dribbled away, so we're bottling out. It looks as if the DC has cottoned on to the fact that men do not come to one's door with cheques for thirty thousand pounds. On the other hand, she does seem to have acquired a new bed.

We'll try it next week, assuming she stands by her intention of not going to Bradford.

Trippy

pbristow linked to this, Nnedi Okorafor's thoughts on being the first black person to win a bust of well-known racist H P Lovecraft. I've loved HPL's stories and hated his beliefs for most of my life, so her response made me think.

And then I went back to my friends page and found this. Presumably the French, Germans, Italians and so on are supposed to take it as a joke. (The part about the English is of course self-flattery of the most egregious kind.) And of course we're all Caucasians together, so that makes it all right, or something.

There's a moral here somewhere, Grobbendonk...