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With the ongoing war between publishers, there are book titles out there some of which are screamers; “Cooking with Pooh” was one that was pointed out to me this week. There are others out there too, concerning white y-front cults, green bogey monsters, deranged cheese smelling socks, which makes cooking with poo quite tame sounding. Cooking with Poo(h) … indeed.
Whoof! It was quite chilly this morning when getting into work. The coat I wear which normally gives me instant insulation against wind and rain did nothing against the harsh chill of the morning. Going up the elevator to the office, I could still feel the lingering chill so I tried to hop a bit. The office thankfully had heating on and I sat down in my office chair absorbing the suns rays peeking up over the London skyline, sitting back I could feel my body absorbing the ambient heat. At times like these, I feel a great affinity with Mrs Turtle.
Where has the time gone? I feel I am being pushed from one train carriage to another. Life has turned into one long commute and I am left grasping at straws of what I have missed. My holidays are being rationed up on a plate and I don’t know when I should be eating them. I want to go on a holiday, not a modern holiday that you see now where people come back so exhausted they need another holiday from the one they just took. But a holiday, a holiday where I read a book, I read books, I roam, I paint and if the weather is nice, so the better for it.
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It’s lunch time, I feel like heading out of the office, but I feel like when I get out there, it’ll be too sad to look around the shops and decide whether to buy something. I shouldn’t spend money I don’t have. So instead, I’m stuck in the office with the iPod and headphones in my ear, playing music to wash away reality. The first song does seem to fit: “I’d rather dance with you than talk with you.”
Previously, I used to live life without a belt. A belt was just for show, for fancy outings, for fancy occasions. It was an accessory. However, ever since I decided to stop buying clothes to accommodate the changes in my shape, as well as heading for the gym. I have discovered a new meaning to the belt. Unfortunately, my sister has both my belts for normal use (which were bought for emergencies – like now) and I am stuck wearing a rather too fancy for work brown belt with fancy jewelled clasp. The front circular panel is so big it makes me look like I have a bit of a belly when my tops are rolled on top, and my recent problem is that it does not handle use well and keeps popping out of the hole it has been designated. I don’t think people will take me seriously when I next try to claim I am the computer expert available tonight.
You can really tell October is settling in now. The sun has gone, and I’ve had to turn on the lamps in the office. The thing about these lamps are that they have such shape, the light is only directed one way (downwards), forbid it should I happen to disturb some vampire like artist through the glass partition wall. *Hisss* I’m on late shift tonight, I hear some whispers from beyond the open office door out in the dark open plan floor. I’m hoping it’s nothing to do with hardware problems, I’ve lost my torch. Actually, somebody has “borrowed” my torch, and since I don’t know who the somebody is, I can’t ask for it back. The torch is however labelled with my name and location, should they feel compelled to return it.
I’ve gone and done it again, that is to have stopped blogging, but I had a/couple of perfectly good reasons on why.
Mister has apparently cooked a very good dinner (minus me) tonight, on reading his description on what he did I was quite surprised. I think my wish for the cooking gnome worked. They must have heard me and despatched one to hit him over the head with the “cooking stick”. I reckon it happened sometime this year. Very good service though, quite subtle, didn’t even know they visited.
