Weather:
Overcast, but warm.
Mood:
I'm a bit troubled by worry at the moment. One person I feel I have made a couple of gaffs with and ended up not helping when I intended to help - another person is going through a really rough time and I seem to be able to do little to help. In both cases it's frustrating.
Hang on, this was mood so....erm....tense.
Enjoying:
Peppermint tea. Please don't tell anyone.
Micro-Rant:
Pies. Pub pies in particular.
"Our very own steak and ale pie with a crispy puff pastry lid"
IT'S A STEW WITH A PIECE OF PASTRY!
Anyone remember when pies had a bottom? It was a lovely thing, beautifully soaked in gravy and in wondrous contrast to the crispy top. Someone has to stop the fake pies, they're taking over.
Thank you for listening.
Next nice thing:
Holiday.
HOLIDAY!
HOLIDAY! HOLIDAY! HOLIDAY! HOLIDAY! HOLIDAY!
Worry about pies: 89%
Pain: 92%
Other comments:
It's amazing how one title can be so scary. I just glanced at my inbox and there was an email entitled "Extreme grannies". Please - can we not go there?
They do go there, don't they? All the time - and worse than that. Picking up email in an account that has existed for some years is somewhat akin to striding through a sex shop and trying to avert one's eyes.
Sorry - long blog today, my 10.30am cancelled.
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