Who wants a walnut?
Jun. 10th, 2008 03:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
todayiamadaisyA long weekend, meaning four days off, and what have I got? A cold. Typical. The scratchy throat started on Friday night and the cold has, fortunately, been a mild and fast one (runny nose Saturday and Sunday, cough Monday and today, and by the time I go back to work tomorrow I suspect it will be gone completely). If that's my winter cold over and done with in the first fortnight of the season, I suppose that can only be a good thing.
I think my snuffly nose made me sound sicker than I actually was yesterday, because I had an unexpected dinner with my mother and John last night. I should be sick more often: my mother made a rather nice chicken and leek mixture and put it in tiny ramekins topped with potato slices, with Nutella and fresh raspberries on toasted brioches for dessert (not a combination I'd have thought of, but a tasty one nonetheless). John gave me a bread bag filled with small brown balls; closer inspection revealed fifty-odd walnuts. I gather he got them from someone who got them from someone who got them from someone with a walnut tree, each person taking some and passing the rest on. I might take some to work and pass them on too, because, really, what am I going to do with fifty walnuts?
My mother told me about one of her colleagues, Cheryl*, who was complaining about meeting someone they both used to work with. The problem? When they were doing their nursing training, the other lady went out with Cheryl's husband, Will. "That was forty years ago," my mother said. "I said to her, 'Did you know him at the time?' and she said no, she met him after. But Will used to be a scout master and when this other lady saw him in his uniform she laughed at his skinny legs. And he told Cheryl and she's been bearing a grudge ever since."
Also, today I saw a man wearing a t-shirt that said "SORRY (I don't have any oranges)". Rightio then.
* Names have been changed to protect the petty.
I think my snuffly nose made me sound sicker than I actually was yesterday, because I had an unexpected dinner with my mother and John last night. I should be sick more often: my mother made a rather nice chicken and leek mixture and put it in tiny ramekins topped with potato slices, with Nutella and fresh raspberries on toasted brioches for dessert (not a combination I'd have thought of, but a tasty one nonetheless). John gave me a bread bag filled with small brown balls; closer inspection revealed fifty-odd walnuts. I gather he got them from someone who got them from someone who got them from someone with a walnut tree, each person taking some and passing the rest on. I might take some to work and pass them on too, because, really, what am I going to do with fifty walnuts?
My mother told me about one of her colleagues, Cheryl*, who was complaining about meeting someone they both used to work with. The problem? When they were doing their nursing training, the other lady went out with Cheryl's husband, Will. "That was forty years ago," my mother said. "I said to her, 'Did you know him at the time?' and she said no, she met him after. But Will used to be a scout master and when this other lady saw him in his uniform she laughed at his skinny legs. And he told Cheryl and she's been bearing a grudge ever since."
Also, today I saw a man wearing a t-shirt that said "SORRY (I don't have any oranges)". Rightio then.
* Names have been changed to protect the petty.