Nic and Kajal have buggered off to London because they're massive fans of Wills and Kate and they NEED TO BE THERE, MAN. Also, Nic is meeting the family for the first time. Nothing to worry about there, we're a charming family, whatever all those wankers say, and any other family would be overjoyed to have us join them. It saddens me, though, this absence of brother mine and Lady K, because they are a large part of my social life. They are in fact half of my social life so Harriet and Karen need to up their game plan.
However, we can keep in contact via the magic of le phone, and Nic has already expressed his horror at a book topic through this very medium. Book synopsis: About to break up couple go to therapy only to find she has been infected and is a zombie. They must survive and learn to love each other again.
If ever there was an OMG moment, this is it, people. O M G. Where O is not for awesome.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Monday, April 11, 2011
Sweet and very sour
Yes, yes, I know. Two posts in two days. I must be drunk. Or ill. Probably ill because I have just eaten the most godawful biscuit. Two salty crackers with lemon icing placed squarely (no human applies icing in that manner) in between them.
And I only ate it because some utter wanker in my office ate my breakfast Tim Tam and I need my early morning sugar injection and I was pretty desperate. I concede that if I didn't want the last biscuit in the pack to be eaten by anyone other than me, then perhaps I ought to have hidden the Tim Tam until such time as I deemed it necessary to smash said oblong of Not Good For You into my slavering biscuit embracing unit.
It just didn't occur to me when I left the office at the terribly late hour of 5.10pm last night that anyone would be so foolish as to eat the last Tim Tam after that because I have become infamous for eating them first thing in the morning. Clearly the Tim Tams would not be replenished before 8am so what the hell was the Tim Tam taker thinking?
And I only ate it because some utter wanker in my office ate my breakfast Tim Tam and I need my early morning sugar injection and I was pretty desperate. I concede that if I didn't want the last biscuit in the pack to be eaten by anyone other than me, then perhaps I ought to have hidden the Tim Tam until such time as I deemed it necessary to smash said oblong of Not Good For You into my slavering biscuit embracing unit.
It just didn't occur to me when I left the office at the terribly late hour of 5.10pm last night that anyone would be so foolish as to eat the last Tim Tam after that because I have become infamous for eating them first thing in the morning. Clearly the Tim Tams would not be replenished before 8am so what the hell was the Tim Tam taker thinking?
Upside down and inside out
So, as no doubt many other 33-year-old adult women did today, I got to work and discovered my knickers were on inside out.
And then there was a fire drill which was pretty much an excuse to stand about outside in the sun discussing what the different coloured hats on people's heads meant - which is probably not such a good sign given they are the floor wardens/first aid wardens. I should know that stuff. There's just so much stuff to remember as a grown up. And apparently I can't even remember to put my knickers on the right way round which makes me, gosh, I don't know, a really honest dunce?
And then there was a fire drill which was pretty much an excuse to stand about outside in the sun discussing what the different coloured hats on people's heads meant - which is probably not such a good sign given they are the floor wardens/first aid wardens. I should know that stuff. There's just so much stuff to remember as a grown up. And apparently I can't even remember to put my knickers on the right way round which makes me, gosh, I don't know, a really honest dunce?
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