I'm thinking that on the basis of how I have had enough today, and because I'm feeling down about my family (oh woe is me) I might not be as excited as I could be if I manage to lose weight by tomorrow (who am I kidding?) I might, if I try hard enough, be able to convince myself to have a slice of Curly Wurly Cake from Konditor and Cook.
I can't decide if I'll be comforted by comfort eating or if - given my four month diet thus far - it'll make me feel worse. I don't think I'm going to do it. But I might. What a stupid place to put a Konditor and Cook, right by my work.
Show us the loveliest flower in your garden.
Submitted by Allio's blog.
Ha ha ha.
Show us something you can't resist.
Are we back to this again so soon? I've already said, he won't let me show you.
What did you do for fun when you were a kid? How is it different from what you see kids doing now?
Submitted by jaklumen.
I used to walk my dog. But she's dead so no kids can walk her now.
I also used to play on the Comodore 64, and on my friend's Spectrum, but I hear things have moved on quite a bit now. I hear they even have little men that run around and jump on mushrooms, whereas it was all rubbish little rockets firing dots at things that looked like barrels in my day. And, you know, rainbow island. That was a good one.
In my day, it was enough for the mean kids in school to throw your wooly hat on the top of the one story roof and make you ask the teacher to retrieve it, but these days you'd probably get happy-slapped and kicked to death in the playground.
And I believe I'm better than the kids today even despite the fact that one of my nieces has inherited something I never had - she can climb trees and goal posts. I was too much of a wuss. I believe this makes her supergirl, but I'm keeping schtum about that one til she's older. And then she can save the world. Like my generation can't seem to do.
or something.
Is this what you were looking for?
Actually I think it's all the same, except for the fact that I now live in the big city exposed to people who were at the shit schools in Ely when I was younger, rather than the ones I went to, and so I get to see quite how rubbish they are. I think it's all the same because I'm in the (not-so-) privileged position of getting to watch my own parents raise two of their grandchildren and thinking to myself 'what's changed? Why haven't they rethought some stuff by now?'. And the only real difference between my sisters and I and them is that they play with Bratz dolls whereas thankfully it was just Barbie and Cindy for us. Bratz are so very rubbish.
Are there any people you would not tell if they had food in their teeth or if their zipper were down? Why or why not?
Submitted by Charms.
There's always embarrassment to be had with telling a man that his trousers are undone. Somehow, though, and I don't know if I'm unusual or if other people simply do not own up to noticing, I always notice. So I'm always the one to say. Which of course raises the question of why I was looking in the first place. I'm glad that someone like my dad doesn't do it as that would be embarrassing.
Incidentally, the reason that I'm answering the strangely named QOTD rather than actually blogging is that I've only got one thing on my mind today: I ate bread for lunch. This is, for me over the past five months, highly unusual and a real treat. And not in the least bit interesting for anyone other than myself. Mm, bread!
Someone on the train today wore open-toed sandals and so displayed her french-pedicured toenails. Not only did I not realise that French pedicures existed before then, but it reminded me that I really do have to work out where I've put my transparent nail polish before people start wretching at my feet. I'll bet all of her fingernails didn't look all scraggly and uneven lengths either. Huh, some people.
Given that every QOTD at the moment seems to be about being rude to people, people being mean to us, things we've done wrong, etc, disappointments, I thought I'd hop on the bandwagon and suggest the following:
"When was the last time you burped?"
I think we've covered social gracelessness quite enough for now and so surely we should move onto bodily forms.
To to take my mind off of all of this nonsense (basically my entire day) I'd like to introduce something even more nonsensical and to invite contributions, including if you like lists of your own. It's a game we've (Big Boy and I) sort of been playing for quite a while now, and not even when drunk, that you could call Fantasy Cave Team. Like Fantasy Football League, but it has a cave and is about who I'd invite to join me in the unlikely event of the total collapse of civilisation. So get those flint rocks at the ready and think about who to include, if you can be arsed.
On my team:
Big Boy - for the sex, the love, the Adam and Eve-ing, the fact that he's just about the cleverest yet most modest person I know, and the fact that if anyone was going to be my caveman it would be him.
Next, I'd have to bring along my favourite sister (plus her husband and children) not for the fact that she can cook (she can't), has a natural curiosity that would help us succeed (she doesn't), or for any other reason other than that I adore her and wouldn't like to think she'd been snatched from someone else's cave by a lion.
Next (since no one really old can come, and no one so young that they couldn't contribute to our immediate survival) I'll have to start picking from my friends and later from Big Boy's relatives. Next is J, who would bring his natural curiosity and creativity, plus his companionship until I drive him up the wall with my lack of anything useful to contribute personally.
Next we have R, J's boyfriend, and my friend, who would be a good peace-maker, and so delegate to the other caves, cook, and highly effective cleaner.
I think now I might have A, my brother-in-law, who like Big Boy is an egghead, would make just about anything work, and has a very potentially useful PhD in engineering.
Other options are R2, who'd likewise be a very good inter-cave delegate, and who'd probably put his mind to anything like fire or tool making that is needed. P is over in the Netherlands but if he wasn't he'd very good on the team, for much the same reasons. J2 is out (much would I be if I had to choose me) along with most other people.
I might also bring Farmer Sharp from Borough Market to butcher our meats.
I'm getting a bit stuck now and might have to think about Bushtuckerman style celebrities...
This is of course an ongoing project and anyone who thinks they have
been unfairly missed out please feel free to say why you'd make a good
caveman/cavewoman. Of course I'll need more cavewomen because we don't
want the (our) club-wealders getting tetchy. I might also want to recruit a dentist and a medical doctor or at least nurse.
Is it only me who thinks about this?
I've just had the boiler fixed. The man's demanding £547 for parts and labour. I've managed to get Big Boy off a conference call to speak to him and I'm totally freaking out. I can't believe this.
My boiler. So I can't wash. And so I have to fork out loads of money to get it fixed.
My laptop. Two key functions aren't working on it, including the icons along the bottom which won't show up, and the windows won't flick around like they usually do or even fricking minimise.
So no, not happy so far today. I have been putting off trying to switch on the other computer in case it's not set up properly as I fear. Much more nonsense, and I'm going back to bed.
