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Who do you reckon is gonna blink first? Me? Or him?

‘No,’ she said as she poured the lettuce down the sink, ‘we aren’t having salad today.’

So, even though our television is circa 1988, we watch it the modern way. By waiting until things are way finished and then watching them back to back on DVD. We have been watching The West Wing. The result was a … Continue reading →

So I said ‘well, that’s what they said in the paper’, to which he could only reply ‘it really shits me the way you leave your teabags in the sink like that’.

As all else had not yet failed, there was still no need for the instructions.

IMG_1538Originally uploaded by adelaide writer A propos of nothing in particular, except that suse is right and I hardly ever show pictures and I do believe that blogs with pictures are best, this is what an apple looks like when … Continue reading →

Things had been a bit scratchy, and…what’s that…oh yes, the stench of burning martyr was most definitely in the air when I said… “but I said I didn’t want to go out for breakfast…I told you, after that first place … Continue reading →

Somewhere not far from where I sleep is an apple. I suspect it is a half-eaten one. Certainly, it is more than just the core. Do you remember the 70s Green Apple? Shampoo, laundry liquid, the powder other people’s mothers … Continue reading →

I could not get a rescheduled appointment with the oven man – who, you might remember, did not turn up the other day – until today, when, they promised he would be here first thing. Nine o’clock. Ten thirty and … Continue reading →