My Aggregate Penny
Dec. 23rd, 2010 02:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
todayiamadaisyI have four words for you, f-list. Well, three words and one number. They are: Cradle, of, Rome and 2. That's my Christmas holidays sorted, then.
This morning my mother and I did a joint grocery shop, so neither of us has to go again until the day after Boxing Day. (Except for tomorrow morning, that is, when someone (not me) has to brave the Christmas Eve hordes at the fishmonger. We are having a seafood lunch for Christmas: crayfish (lobster), prawns and bugs.) There was nearly disaster in the greengrocery, when I found that cherries were on special and the boxes were nearly empty. No-one else in the City by the Sea will be having cherries this festive season: I got what was left for the Cherry Chomper.
Dropping me and my share of the groceries home, my mother flipped through this week's New Scientist and was thrilled to read an article about faecal transplants (intestinal troubles being cured by donor poo, basically). Nearly 100% effective and no need for antibiotics, apparently. She was so excited about this she immediately rang her friend, Sue, who shares her professional interest in the subject and is still working in the field. So if the City by the Sea's hospital becomes a world leader in this breakthrough technology, we'll know who to thank.
This morning my mother and I did a joint grocery shop, so neither of us has to go again until the day after Boxing Day. (Except for tomorrow morning, that is, when someone (not me) has to brave the Christmas Eve hordes at the fishmonger. We are having a seafood lunch for Christmas: crayfish (lobster), prawns and bugs.) There was nearly disaster in the greengrocery, when I found that cherries were on special and the boxes were nearly empty. No-one else in the City by the Sea will be having cherries this festive season: I got what was left for the Cherry Chomper.
Dropping me and my share of the groceries home, my mother flipped through this week's New Scientist and was thrilled to read an article about faecal transplants (intestinal troubles being cured by donor poo, basically). Nearly 100% effective and no need for antibiotics, apparently. She was so excited about this she immediately rang her friend, Sue, who shares her professional interest in the subject and is still working in the field. So if the City by the Sea's hospital becomes a world leader in this breakthrough technology, we'll know who to thank.