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Ajarn Philip wrote:Today's glimpse is an irritant, and by way of example, although I'm hammering the space key, I'mnot going backand correcting eachmistake. I ate pineapple at the computer this afternoon, and some hours later the keyboard was infested with tiny ants. When I was tryingtoclear the little boogers out I dropped the keyboard and the space barfelloff.I've put it back on, butit's not working very well, as you've probably noticed bynow. I wouldn't mind, but I bought this keyboard a month ago,have since had to buy key stickers, as the ink started wearing off the keys within a week,and willnowhave to buyanother. It cost me nearly 5 quid!
Dear Phil,
I'm laughing in sympathy, as ants infest our buildings too - but only when it's hot and wet Worn keys aren't a problem for me because I touch type: very useful when a light bulb has blown and you can't find a spare.
Ants are one ofmy major 'irks' of living here. That and hard butter.And no cricket onTV.
Plenty of cricket on TV in Oz (boooooooooooooring), and have found something that tastes a wee bit like butter and really does spread straight from the fridge. Can't remember what %age butter fat it contains, but there's some sunflower oil thrown in for spreadability. I buy the local supermarket brand (their 'Select' range, not the cheapo stuff that doesn't taste of anything remotely butter-like), so don't know who makes it.
Returned from Yorkshire, where I've been put to doing Mother-of-the -Bride-ish things... eek!
It has been my task to write the wedding invitations. (Scanning the list! Mr and Mr! Is this a divorced father and live-at-home son? Two brothers? Two heterosexual flatmates? Married gay guys?) Anyway, I applied myself, making it clear that I must not be distracted.
Son, current husband and future son-in-law then helpfully put on "Casino Royale". Blond Bond, in that tight white teeshirt!
At one point, I looked at the invitation I'd just written. I'd requested the pleasure of the company of Mr Daniel Craig.
"Baldrick, you wouldn't recognise a cunning plan if it painted itself purple, and danced naked on top of a harpsichord singing "Cunning plans are here again.""
Just a glimpse of my kitchen today. Tomatoes every where. they are ripening faster than I can cope with them. Made another 5kg into roasted tomato sauce to freeze for the winter (9 kg done to date). trying a new variety this year- Cristal from T&M. We are giving them away like mad!
Thou shalt not sit with statisticians nor commit a social science.
Re Angela's wedding invitations, my daughter and I were looking at cards in M&S and saw an anniversary card for a Mr an Mr. It was reduced to 10p. Clearly not one of their best sellers.
Ajarn Philip wrote:It's 4 p.m on a Sunday afternoon in August, and according to Yahoo the temperature in Dover is 16 degrees.
:mutley: :mutley: :mutley: :mutley:
Why do I get the impression that you think that is funny?
Sir's birthday today. We didn't go anywhere intresting a) because the roads would be full of visitors, and B) because the weather has been too miserable to bother.
Thou shalt not sit with statisticians nor commit a social science.
I've just been reading that there's going to be the first beauty pageant for nuns!
It's called "Miss Sister Italy"!
Father Antonio Rungi of the South Italian diocese of Madragone is hoping for at least one thousand nuns to send in their photos. He has said "Nuns are above all women and beauty is a gift from God". Internet surfers can vote for their favourite nun online!
I wonder if they'll have to include their vital statistics? Interests? ("The Blessed Angela of Foligno, her visions 1285 - 1290".) Evidence of skills at prayer? Then, some habits are more flattering than others... Is mascara allowed, I wonder?
I'm definitely going to cast a vote when the time comes!
"Baldrick, you wouldn't recognise a cunning plan if it painted itself purple, and danced naked on top of a harpsichord singing "Cunning plans are here again.""
Sometimes when I read about awesome things like that the world really does seem a better place! (for the record I also feel a similar way about Dog the Bounty Hunter)
Two men lying in a bed, one rolled over to the other and said, 'I'm gonna lead me a life of danger, I'm gonna marry a WESSEX RANGER!'
BaA 97-03 GrW 03-04
"Baldrick, you wouldn't recognise a cunning plan if it painted itself purple, and danced naked on top of a harpsichord singing "Cunning plans are here again.""
In the travel section of the Times Saturday edition, there is a column called "Our Man In..." Yesterday, it was Our Man In... Oakland California. It wasn't very interestingly written, quite honestly; an Old Blue could do it far better!
You'd need to email expat@the times.co.uk. Questions the Man in Oakland answered yesterday were
Eat Here
Must Do
Avoid
Top Shop
A to B
Insider Tip
We have CHAZ in Luxembourg, Philip in Thailand, Caroline in Adelaide, sejintenej in France, jhopgood in spain.... lots of us!
Please do?????
"Baldrick, you wouldn't recognise a cunning plan if it painted itself purple, and danced naked on top of a harpsichord singing "Cunning plans are here again.""
Only just checked this out, Mary! Thank you! Into the confession box with us then - and believe me, I'd be inspired to confess absolutely everything...
"Baldrick, you wouldn't recognise a cunning plan if it painted itself purple, and danced naked on top of a harpsichord singing "Cunning plans are here again.""
I'm smoothly segueing from The Pedants Revolt thread to offer you a literal glimpse of life in Adelaide.
Check out google.com.au, Maps, Street View. If you care to search for Lot 11 Frampton Road, Wistow, South Australia, I will wave at you as you cruise past.
Well, OK, not really - but as you cruise along the road you may spot the partially dismantled remains of one of the wedding marquees, and further along still, Guy and Fee grazing.
Freaky stuff. When I was first introduced to Google Maps about, um, three years ago, a few of us joked that it wouldn't be long before we would be sitting at our laptops waving at ourselves as the satellite cruised overhead. Not quite there yet, but I'm guessing that it won't be long.
Still cold and wet. Line of squalls coming straight off The Southern Ocean. Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
Worn keys aren't a problem for me because I touch type: very useful when a light bulb has blown and you can't find a spare.
