And we’ll all go riding on a rainbow

I had been feeling vaguely ill and sore-throaty most of the week, and on Friday when I woke up and the back of my nose was painful enough that I couldn’t talk easily, I mailed in to say I was feeling sick. Then I decided I was well enough to come in as long as I stayed away from people and didn’t talk much, so I sent a second mail saying I was coming after all. It wasn’t so bad.

On Saturday, Amy and John came over and we went to the Frida Kahlo exhibition at the Art Museum. I will write about it, but not now, because I am too sleepy.

On Sunday we were going to go to church but woke up too late. Instead, I stayed home and fixed:

Do note that the Metacity blog is often more interesting than mine is. I think there should be a planet which mixes people and projects, but I don’t know what it would be called.

I have a bunch of automated tests for Metacity, many in Python, some in C. I want to put them together so that we can run them and have it report “5 out of 20 failed” or something, the same way Test::More and friends do in perl. Anyone have any recommendations for off-the-shelf ways of doing this before I write my own, which I’m happy to do?

And now a survey meme:
How and when did you learn to swim?

At RAF Henlow at the age of about, eh, seven-ish, with a (civilian) swim team called the Henlow Penguins who also ran lessons for youngsters. They appear not to exist any more.

How and when did you learn to drive?

I tried all my last year of sixth form and all my final year of university, without success.

How and when did you learn to tie your shoelaces?

I was probably eleven. I forget how I actually managed to learn in the end: I think it was one of the most complicated things I’d ever attempted, but it was that or go barefoot since there weren’t velcro trainers in sizes over ten years old. I remember one kid who was congenitally bald offered to tie my shoes in the green room when I had to wear lace-ups on stage, and when someone scoffed and said, “Why can’t you tie your shoes?” he glared at them and said, “Why can’t I grow hair?”

How and when did you learn to cook?

I learned enough to get by as a teenager, and enough to survive when I went away to college. I learned to bake as a child, but that’s not the same thing.

How and when did you learn to type?

Earlier than I can remember, probably at around four or five on a 1930s Remington typewriter that I got second-hand– I think it was because my grandfather didn’t need it any more. I loved that typewriter: its name was TW, and I used it to type out interminable stories. My mother (I assume) would sometimes come in and leave notes in the persona of the typewriter, signed “TW”.

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