compendium 26 August 2008
It’s been a day of many thingettes.
Yes, we’re all in broad agreement about what went on on my plae journey yesterday – but as my friend jonathan has emailed ‘at least you weren’t on that Ryanair plane yesterday where everyone went down in a hurry … not just one stewardess.’ Snigger…
Mary in America says tomato flavours really depend on the soil they’re grown in (re tomatoes the other day). I did notice also that the cucumbers in Sicily were sort of drier than here – but given how much rain we’ve had over the last while that ain’t no surprise.
And just to clarify, I don’t post up the email responses to the blog but I do reply when needed, or even just for a lark, as regulars will know. I am assured this mean I should call this not a blog but a diary – I’m thinking about it all, fear not, and changes may ensue…we’ll see…
The builders have moved onto a second storey of bricks, which makes things look like they’re RACING along now – oh joy, ONLY another 4 months to go.
Have had nasty reaction to two of the many insect bites I got while on our jaunt – I was a human smorgasbord on the last night. Left leg and ankle twice the size of the right – not pretty, v itchy, bit purple.
In our absence the Visiting Puss seems to have got in and made a wee bit of a protest (literally). Herself is totally paranoid now. He has been banished and the cat flap blocked up in the hours of darkness. And no food shall be left for him nae mare (he is his own worst enemy, the little scrappy wretch). I feel bad about it but he will honestly ruin the place if he’s let carry on as he has and The G is SUCH a cranky wagon when things aren’t going her way that I haven’t the backbone to deal with that too. Sometimes, being a stupid, sentimental, easily won over human is hard.
PASSED GOK WAN IN THE STREET IN LONDON YESTERDAY – HE WAS WALKING BY OUR FLAT LIKE A NORMAL MORTAL MIGHT! – AND I COULDN’T EVEN BRING MYSELF TO MEET HIS EYE. He was with a gal pal and they were laughing and I had no make-up on and my hair was a worse mess than usual (quite a vile, limp sight, I assure) and I couldn’t say ‘hello’ or even meet his eye. HE LOOKED TOTALLY FABULOUS AND JUST AS STYLISH AS ON TV.
