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todayiamadaisy) wrote2010-08-09 09:15 pm
todayiamadaisy) wrote2010-08-09 09:15 pm
Fried avocado
Three words, f-list: fried, crumbed and avocado. Yum.
Something I do not like: when books put the first chapter of the sequel at the end. It confuses me when I skip to the last page.
My colleague Brian told me today about a meeting of his gliding club over the weekend. A group of older men, they went out to a restaurant dinner together, and one of them scandalised the others by picking up his empty soup bowl and licking it clean.
Also, my mother reports that her fortnightly card night was held at her friend Barbara's house in the country and was interrupted when a mouse ran across the living room floor. My mother viewed this as a delightful piece of insouciance, but poor Barbara was mortified and one of the other players, Lynn, actually stood on her chair and screamed. I always thought that was just in cartoons. Anyway, Lynn and Barbara were both so traumatised by the event that the card game broke up early, much to my mother's disgust. 'As if Lynn has never had a mouse in her house,' she sniffed.
Last week was not a good week at work and several times I found myself reading that position description I downloaded. But this week seems to be off to a better start. And I'm on leave from next Thursday, so I've cheered up a bit. Also, my work computer is due for replacement and should be changed by the time I get back. All good, then. My boss said today, watching me twiddling my thumbs while I waited for my poor old slowcoach computer to do something, 'You can grizzle about things sometimes, you know. That's allowed.' Which was nice, but why complain to him when I've got a LiveJournal?
Something I do not like: when books put the first chapter of the sequel at the end. It confuses me when I skip to the last page.
My colleague Brian told me today about a meeting of his gliding club over the weekend. A group of older men, they went out to a restaurant dinner together, and one of them scandalised the others by picking up his empty soup bowl and licking it clean.
Also, my mother reports that her fortnightly card night was held at her friend Barbara's house in the country and was interrupted when a mouse ran across the living room floor. My mother viewed this as a delightful piece of insouciance, but poor Barbara was mortified and one of the other players, Lynn, actually stood on her chair and screamed. I always thought that was just in cartoons. Anyway, Lynn and Barbara were both so traumatised by the event that the card game broke up early, much to my mother's disgust. 'As if Lynn has never had a mouse in her house,' she sniffed.
Last week was not a good week at work and several times I found myself reading that position description I downloaded. But this week seems to be off to a better start. And I'm on leave from next Thursday, so I've cheered up a bit. Also, my work computer is due for replacement and should be changed by the time I get back. All good, then. My boss said today, watching me twiddling my thumbs while I waited for my poor old slowcoach computer to do something, 'You can grizzle about things sometimes, you know. That's allowed.' Which was nice, but why complain to him when I've got a LiveJournal?