An Important Question

At what time of day is it alright to eat the rest of last night's takeaway?

If one has had breakfast?

Also, and secondly, what are you feelings on the drinking of port?

ALSO!

I have been tagged by a dog!

It is exciting.

So a very special Six Random Things About Me Meme (which I like because it looks like you are really self-obsessed at the end of the sentence.)

Ahem.

1). I have started reading Don Quixote four times and have never finished. Or even got past page 30. Ish.

2). I am strangely and a little freakily good at a game called Set which is a card game in which one must spot visual patterns. I am so good at it that hub told me he no longer fancied me.

3). I pronounce "tooth" "tuth".

4). My eyes change colour depending on external factors like light and stuff.

5). I have never seen One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. For I am a big scaredy pants.

6). I do not like parsnips. At all. Not even a bit. Yesterday one snuck into my pie and I spat it out onto my plate even though I am a lady.

Woo woo woo!

Memememememememememe!

Now I must tag people. Like all good taggy games. I am on. And I must pass it on. So:

Angie, John, Meesha, Cheerful, Anx and Katy.

Ow.

I am grateful for all your views on Fruit Which Does/Doesn't Go With Tea. You are kind and thoughtful readers.

If I were to ask you what does go with tea really well, what would you say?

(I would say my mouth. Not that I eat my mouth while I drink tea. Just that tea goes well inside my mouth. Wellest of all I think. Also, chelsea buns.)

But my point is that Orange Liveboxes are BOLLOCKS.

That is what I really was hoping to say.

I like to do my work while reclining on my settee, laptop on lap, as god intended. Every now and then I can check a thought, or an amusing idea which has occurred in my little mind by browsing on the interweb.

However.

My lovely beautiful free-with-my-job Macbook Pro and the BOLLOCKS Orange Livebox have fallen out of love. They had a honeymoon period of about three months (which is, I believe, the norm) and then they just stopped communicating. We managed quite a good intervention with the help of a lady in India and they patched things up for about a week or so. But since then, they talk only sporadically, and they fall out at the drop of a hat. The drop of a hat, I say!

It is tragic.

And it means that right now I am sitting on the floor, with my lovely beautiful free-with-my-job Macbook Pro balanced on a chair while simultaneously being plugged into the PC. The laptop that is, not me.

My knees hurt.

Grapes

Do not go with tea.

Important questions

The whole horrible thing has had a good. (Just the one so far, but frankly, I think even one is pretty impressive).

Being pregnant meant that I had to come off the little pills which have helped to keep me cheery (I say little, one of them was fucking enormous and like swallowing a sausage every night. That came out a lot ruder than I was going for.)

Now I am no longer pregnant, I am still off the little pills. Even though not being pregnant has made me sad, I have remained firm. In a weepy sort of a way.

Anyway. They had a sedative effect. The pills. And now, I am considerably less sleepy. This is generally good, apart from when hub is trying to go to sleep. At night. Like people do.

My point is, if you could have only one of the following for you life, which would it be?

Falkor

Gizmo

or

Ludo?

Hub would rather have Ludo. At least I think that's what he said. Although it could have been "Shut the fuck up and go to sleep."

MMMMMMMMMMMM

Oh Good Lord.

John Barrowman and James Marsters snogging.

And then fighting.

I do not know if I shall ever recover.

Or if I ever want to.

Wiicriminations.

Today, mostly, it rained.

I need new boots. Mine have large holes. The rain got in and I got wet feet. And soggy socks.

It was not much fun.

But that is not what I am here to talk about.

No!

It was like a fooling-you-tangent thing!

Ha!

I am sneaky.

You know how I told you a little while ago that with my job I got a number of shiny toys including a marvellous Macbook Pro (on which I tippity-tap even now this very second would you believe)?

Well.

For the new term, I have been given a new shiny toy.

Y'know, to use with the yoof.

For totally improvement-based purposes. Obviously.

It is a Wii.

Woo.

(I am doing a project with them on the performative nature of gaming and why they like it, innit.)

It is VEER shiny.

But there is a problem.

A problem named Husband.

I have not spoken to him for days. He claims he cannot hear me and that I speak too quietly. Really it is because of the tinkly-spinkly Mario music playing in his ears.

And he keeps shouting at me, whenever he cannot fly like a bee or surf on a manta ray or fight a big dragon thing.

Which honestly, is not my fault.

I am no dragon-supporter.

(This is not strictly true, I think dragons are ace and would be one if I could.)

Anyway.

*sigh*

It is proper boring.

And I do not know if the yoof will ever get their little teenage hands on it.

Poor underprivileged yoof.

PS. I accidentally missed the year anniversary of starting my little bloglette. Blow out a candle for me dear readers. And make sure it is stuck in a cake that you can eat afterwards. With some tea.
PPS. For clarification, do not eat the tea, eat the cake. Drink the tea. Just like a normal person.