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Since last Saturday, I had been charged with looking after my sister’s German Shepherd. He’s sometimes quite boisterous, he scratches the floors a lot and he likes his sleep (good for me). My sister, the great name giver of things called him ‘Doggy’. Doggy and I have been getting on well with each other, I scratch his back, he does the good doggy act. I refuse to call him ‘Doggy’ as he doesn’t respond to it, you have to pronounce it ‘Duggy’ in such a sickening way it produces an instant need to cootie jab yourself.
My sister came around yesterday to pick him up. I instantly show her what a great time Doggy has had being with me: midnight walks, he does a proper run and fetch with a frisbee, he’s clean and all shiny, and best of all he answers to, “Come here!” or “Get over here!”.
She was also impressed that I’d managed to: increase her trainer points by 15%-20%, I’d unlocked 2 dog breeds, collected lots of goodies on walks and had the home renovated. This morning I awoke and noticed a vague sense that Doggy was missing. Now where are those cootie jabs?
Author was playing on: Nintendogs.
In the hallway of this flat, there are two lightbulbs, they are different from normal ones as they have 3 pins instead of the normal 2 pin bayonet or screw ones. One of them pretty much died as soon as we moved in, needless to say replacing them is no feat and all it does is annoy me. These lightbulbs cost between £10-£15 to buy, the excuse given by the builder was, “… government rules … energy saving …”. My brother gave a good point which was this; the lightbulb is so expensive of course it’s energy saving, you don’t use any electricity. Me thinks replacing the holders are due.
I’ve got two brand new badminton rackets hanging behind my door, one’s 4-5 years old, and the other is 2 months old. Obtaining the second one was the decisive point in me actually going to play any badminton. I like badminton, it’s like a smaller version of tennis (and table tennis, is the smaller x 2 of tennis). I realise that there are plenty of people who think that the shuttlecock moves up in a graceful upward arch and back down on the other side just as gracefully, the opponents rallying with musical ‘ping’, ‘ping’, ‘ping’. But that is only for the beginners. In fact badminton can be just as faced paced as tennis, but as the shuttlecock is such a light object the gameplay can quickly change from fast to slow in a matter of seconds. In fact a shuttlecock has been recorded at a speed that exceeds the tennis ball, but then it’s not much of a comparison considering the court sizes are different and the rackets are different, but still an interesting point that the players on a badminton court may have to deal with short distance high speed shuttles.
And then came the pain . . .
One piece of information I’ve forgotten to give is that I haven’t played badminton in 7 years, and it’s at times like these you realise how aerobically challenging, back straining and unfit I am. I feel like an old woman, I’m positioned like an old woman (I’m just missing the walking stick). My bones feel like they physically shriek and need oiling. What’s so terrible? I have a Bonde to put up and my hand and arms refuse to lend any strength.
It’s September again and the squashes are out, hurray for soups!
Moosterful’s Squash Soup – (Serves 4)
Put it all in a pan that can hold it all, bring to boil and let on a bubbling simmer for 1 and a half hours. Add salt and pepper until desired taste, a good cook always tests the food. Turn off heat and let to cool (important to be cool/cold). Blitz in a food mixer/smoothie maker until smooth, if you don’t have either you can mash up the ingredients in the pan with a potato masher (but the results aren’t really the same). Then you can store in fridge until needed. Heat up in a pan for 4-5minutes, do not boil. Serve!
Update: I have uploaded the blogs for the Hong Kong trip this year, long overdue I know. Excuse? I don’t think I have one.
