A Princess in Distress
May. 1st, 2013 09:54 amA new entry in my ugly shoe files:

It looks like a glittery little animal with great big teeth.
This is Race Week in the City by the Sea (race in the sense of horse, rather than skin colour). Thursday is a public holiday, but the other two days of the racing carnival are busy enough. My work shares a car park with a motel, and we've been asked not to use it for the duration. I had to walk, ooh, MILES from where I ended up parking this morning. Two minutes, at least. Maybe even three. Aside from that, it was a beautiful autumn day - warm sun, chill wind - and we got to spend some of it hanging out the top floor window looking at a team of draught horses, complete with Dalmation on the back, as they clattered down the street. So that was nice.
Angela's research assistant, Mya, filled in for a friend's trivia quiz team last month. They came fourth, just missing out on a prize, and ever since she has been dreaming of winning something, anything. So with her friend's team back up to full strength, she put together a work team, comprising herself, Angela, me, Tim the new chap, Angela's husband and Angela's 16-year-old German exchange student. Obviously, that is a crack team, and we came second, thus winning a prize pack and making Mya the happiest girl in the world. The highlight of the evening for me was discovering that Mya believes that, if stretched out, the average person's small intestine would reach the moon.

It looks like a glittery little animal with great big teeth.
This is Race Week in the City by the Sea (race in the sense of horse, rather than skin colour). Thursday is a public holiday, but the other two days of the racing carnival are busy enough. My work shares a car park with a motel, and we've been asked not to use it for the duration. I had to walk, ooh, MILES from where I ended up parking this morning. Two minutes, at least. Maybe even three. Aside from that, it was a beautiful autumn day - warm sun, chill wind - and we got to spend some of it hanging out the top floor window looking at a team of draught horses, complete with Dalmation on the back, as they clattered down the street. So that was nice.
Angela's research assistant, Mya, filled in for a friend's trivia quiz team last month. They came fourth, just missing out on a prize, and ever since she has been dreaming of winning something, anything. So with her friend's team back up to full strength, she put together a work team, comprising herself, Angela, me, Tim the new chap, Angela's husband and Angela's 16-year-old German exchange student. Obviously, that is a crack team, and we came second, thus winning a prize pack and making Mya the happiest girl in the world. The highlight of the evening for me was discovering that Mya believes that, if stretched out, the average person's small intestine would reach the moon.