I have a breadmaker now, quite pleased with the first loaf, still not square, but enough surface area to feel it's worth making into sandwiches, tastes ok (at last). I will try the recipe from my newly acquired gluten-free bread flour bag, next time.
Something I've been wondering about, how do I get a nice colour for my posts like my siblings? A pale blue (R:100, G:205, B:255) would be nice, I've never really been a fan of grey.
Thursday, 22 June 2006
I'm well behind, but I intend to give you a flavour of what I've been up to if nothing else.
Most dramatically I guess, we went to Rome for the weekend. More than 3 hours on the train, but it was kind of a posh one - like an aeroplane on wheels. Inside I mean. The air-conditioning was really good, making the not inconsiderable heat of Rome rather more of a shock to the system than it might have been.
We booked a night in a hostel online, not without consulting a map. It was on a road right by the station, but, as we discovered by a steady pedestrian process, not quite at the same end. We popped in to check in and then took a bus to...
...the Colloseum! If you're from the EU and from x-24 years old, you get in half price. I am 24 - Jurassic park. The colloseum is quite big and impressive. And all the arches seemed to be constructed just slightly differently. It was interesting. Apparently JPII conducted an annual Via Crucis from it re. all the martyrdoms facilitated within. There was a bit of a sculpture exhibition within, of muses and philosophers, which was good. My knowledge of muses is pretty serviceable it would appear.
We then had a butcher's at the triumphal arch of Constantine. I mused on the Romanness of the depiction of angels in Christian tradition.
A funny thing happened to me on the way to the forum. Well, not so much funny as pleasant. We went to Palatine Hill, which is rather nice and full of ruins. We found a big ruined foot, among other things. Ruins and gardens, gardens and ruins - sorted. It had plenty of water fountains, if you haven't been, you mightn't know that Rome in general is punctuated with these helpful devices, which help to counteract the clearly exploitative price of beverages in what I am told is known as "the eternal city". My trained intellect immediately flagged up the difficulty with the nomenclature - a truly eternal city could not have been built in any number of days, and I'm sure my buddy Thomas would back me up on this. Having bathed both in water and in smugness, I moved on, Monica opting only for the water.
We then went to the Spanish Steps. They're nice. When we went, there were no flowers. You can't have it all.
We also went to The Trevi Fountain. Monica ironically complained about all the tourists on my behalf, thus saving me the bother. I threw a penny in (this approximates to the done thing) which apparently is the fee for coming back to Rome. It's a funny old world. I was firmly charged not to take roses from the rose-selling people well in advance - I'm not sure whether I would have been got otherwise; they hand them out like leaflets and then ask you for money. As I sometimes don't bother to refuse leaflets I guess I'm prone.
we only went to the gardens of Villa Borghese for a brief spell, but Monica was loving it. She especially loved the "Temple of Aesculapius", which is a fake by a lake. Pond really. There are boats, but we couldn't use them as it was getting on a bit.
Monica had intended to watch the Italy game, but was knackered, so we went back the hostel for some sleep instead.
In the morning we headed for St. Peter's for mass inside the Basilica. They have signs up requesting that people dress modestly and people to check - I just got away with my swimming shorts, which were the only legwear I had with me, what with the heat. I was perturbed at this scrutiny for a little while, and braced myself for a dry, by-the-numbers, 'official' mass - but it was quite good actually. They gave out service books with plainchant - brilliant - but they'd got a choir from Copenhagen in, so I feared we'd be listening rather than singing. After a false start where they sang some of the ordinary for us (Aaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggh! Not really very Vatican II is it?!) it turned out alright.
We then rushed out for a bit of a papal blessing. We thought we had a good spot until he got going, and then we considered ourselves in a rubbish spot. Anyway.
Monica was disappointed with the papal tombs, and quite rightly so - it was as noisy as a market and really crowded. Everyone wanted a piece of JPII, so they have people to move you on. A bit like the crown jewels I guess. Noise in churches was something of an endemic complaint - also cameras and camcorders or whatever you're meant to call them.
We had intended to go to the Vatican museum, and visit the Sistine chapel, but unbeknownst to us - closed on Sunday. I expressed an interest in the pantheon, so off we went. It's advertised as the pantheon, but it's been a Christian church since the 7th century apparently. I think I'm within my rights to have been disappointed, but it was interesting. The tomb of the last Italian king is there, as it happens. Or possibly not; Monica's not so hot on Italy's monarchical history.
Last stop was the Quirinale. And that was our trip to Rome fairly well done with.
Monday was a dozy day, especially in the morning. The rest of the day was spent visiting. First we went to see Monica's Nan, and then to see a lady called Stella.
No time to go to the beach today, so we went to Ancona instead. Monica wanted to look for stuff for her friend Marghe the nun, so we went to this amazing bookshop. It was like a Catholic SPCK and they had loads of encyclicals and apostolic letters for a euro a pop.
I also completed my selection of Italian music to take back to England. Singing along is a good way to practise pronunciation I'm told. Another good way to practise your pronunciation is to read Harry Potter e il Principe Mezzosangue to your girlfriend and watch as she drifts up to sleep. At least I think it helped.
We played the listing game. Monica won. We did flowers, animals at the zoo, and fruit. We also went to mass and watched the England game, which wasn't hugely exciting as you may well know.
Another day at the beach - this has been a good holiday. Nothing very unusual about it, but the sea was reaaaaaally clear, which was good.
No car today, so we simply watched The Incredibles. And that's what I've been up to.
Whew.
Most dramatically I guess, we went to Rome for the weekend. More than 3 hours on the train, but it was kind of a posh one - like an aeroplane on wheels. Inside I mean. The air-conditioning was really good, making the not inconsiderable heat of Rome rather more of a shock to the system than it might have been.
We booked a night in a hostel online, not without consulting a map. It was on a road right by the station, but, as we discovered by a steady pedestrian process, not quite at the same end. We popped in to check in and then took a bus to...
...the Colloseum! If you're from the EU and from x-24 years old, you get in half price. I am 24 - Jurassic park. The colloseum is quite big and impressive. And all the arches seemed to be constructed just slightly differently. It was interesting. Apparently JPII conducted an annual Via Crucis from it re. all the martyrdoms facilitated within. There was a bit of a sculpture exhibition within, of muses and philosophers, which was good. My knowledge of muses is pretty serviceable it would appear.
We then had a butcher's at the triumphal arch of Constantine. I mused on the Romanness of the depiction of angels in Christian tradition.
A funny thing happened to me on the way to the forum. Well, not so much funny as pleasant. We went to Palatine Hill, which is rather nice and full of ruins. We found a big ruined foot, among other things. Ruins and gardens, gardens and ruins - sorted. It had plenty of water fountains, if you haven't been, you mightn't know that Rome in general is punctuated with these helpful devices, which help to counteract the clearly exploitative price of beverages in what I am told is known as "the eternal city". My trained intellect immediately flagged up the difficulty with the nomenclature - a truly eternal city could not have been built in any number of days, and I'm sure my buddy Thomas would back me up on this. Having bathed both in water and in smugness, I moved on, Monica opting only for the water.
We then went to the Spanish Steps. They're nice. When we went, there were no flowers. You can't have it all.
We also went to The Trevi Fountain. Monica ironically complained about all the tourists on my behalf, thus saving me the bother. I threw a penny in (this approximates to the done thing) which apparently is the fee for coming back to Rome. It's a funny old world. I was firmly charged not to take roses from the rose-selling people well in advance - I'm not sure whether I would have been got otherwise; they hand them out like leaflets and then ask you for money. As I sometimes don't bother to refuse leaflets I guess I'm prone.
we only went to the gardens of Villa Borghese for a brief spell, but Monica was loving it. She especially loved the "Temple of Aesculapius", which is a fake by a lake. Pond really. There are boats, but we couldn't use them as it was getting on a bit.
Monica had intended to watch the Italy game, but was knackered, so we went back the hostel for some sleep instead.
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In the morning we headed for St. Peter's for mass inside the Basilica. They have signs up requesting that people dress modestly and people to check - I just got away with my swimming shorts, which were the only legwear I had with me, what with the heat. I was perturbed at this scrutiny for a little while, and braced myself for a dry, by-the-numbers, 'official' mass - but it was quite good actually. They gave out service books with plainchant - brilliant - but they'd got a choir from Copenhagen in, so I feared we'd be listening rather than singing. After a false start where they sang some of the ordinary for us (Aaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggh! Not really very Vatican II is it?!) it turned out alright.
We then rushed out for a bit of a papal blessing. We thought we had a good spot until he got going, and then we considered ourselves in a rubbish spot. Anyway.
Monica was disappointed with the papal tombs, and quite rightly so - it was as noisy as a market and really crowded. Everyone wanted a piece of JPII, so they have people to move you on. A bit like the crown jewels I guess. Noise in churches was something of an endemic complaint - also cameras and camcorders or whatever you're meant to call them.
We had intended to go to the Vatican museum, and visit the Sistine chapel, but unbeknownst to us - closed on Sunday. I expressed an interest in the pantheon, so off we went. It's advertised as the pantheon, but it's been a Christian church since the 7th century apparently. I think I'm within my rights to have been disappointed, but it was interesting. The tomb of the last Italian king is there, as it happens. Or possibly not; Monica's not so hot on Italy's monarchical history.
Last stop was the Quirinale. And that was our trip to Rome fairly well done with.
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Monday was a dozy day, especially in the morning. The rest of the day was spent visiting. First we went to see Monica's Nan, and then to see a lady called Stella.
-
No time to go to the beach today, so we went to Ancona instead. Monica wanted to look for stuff for her friend Marghe the nun, so we went to this amazing bookshop. It was like a Catholic SPCK and they had loads of encyclicals and apostolic letters for a euro a pop.
I also completed my selection of Italian music to take back to England. Singing along is a good way to practise pronunciation I'm told. Another good way to practise your pronunciation is to read Harry Potter e il Principe Mezzosangue to your girlfriend and watch as she drifts up to sleep. At least I think it helped.
We played the listing game. Monica won. We did flowers, animals at the zoo, and fruit. We also went to mass and watched the England game, which wasn't hugely exciting as you may well know.
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Another day at the beach - this has been a good holiday. Nothing very unusual about it, but the sea was reaaaaaally clear, which was good.
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No car today, so we simply watched The Incredibles. And that's what I've been up to.
Whew.
Tuesday, 20 June 2006
Does anyone else get accused of sneaking up on people besides me? This morning I was doing the usual morning clean-up of the shop area, opened the front door to receive the post and then went back into the work shop to put away the glass cleaner. Startled Trevor a bit, he thought I'd left the shop.
Still it has been quite a good day, if hotter and more humid than I care for. David is back at work again, which is a relief, although the amount of catching up he's had to do must seem like a mountain-load. The customers seemed to realise that David was back, as about five people came into the shop in rapid succession, this morning.
One more bit of good news, David has come second place in a 'employer of disabled people' thing, he hadn't applied for this, but it is not really a surprise to his staff as he is a very good employer and since only one of his staff doesn't have some form of disability.
Still it has been quite a good day, if hotter and more humid than I care for. David is back at work again, which is a relief, although the amount of catching up he's had to do must seem like a mountain-load. The customers seemed to realise that David was back, as about five people came into the shop in rapid succession, this morning.
One more bit of good news, David has come second place in a 'employer of disabled people' thing, he hadn't applied for this, but it is not really a surprise to his staff as he is a very good employer and since only one of his staff doesn't have some form of disability.
Friday, 16 June 2006
Hello again. It's catch up time before we go to Rome tomorrow. Also this evening is a sociable type event with friends of Monica's upstairs in Vane e Lorenzo's.
My memory being what it is, I can't remeber what happened what day exactly, but we've gone to the beach two more times. I'm not burning, but I'm not changing colour either - it's a revelation in terms of freckles. Bathing is good. The sea's not exactly toasty, but certainly manageable. I swam a lot yesterday. Monica's braved it the one time, somehow opting for the day when the water was at it's coldest. People wander round Italian beaches trying to sell earings &c. to young people. They don't have much luck that I can see. There is also a coco bello! man who has an amusing horn and a loud voice with which to shout "coco bello!" Today we ran into some of Monica's friends, who were on a family outing. Nice.
It may well have been Wednesday that we went to Assisi, which looks a bit like this:
Gosh pictures are slow to upload at whatever connection speed this is. Anyway, that's Assisi as in St. Francis of so there were many churches to look at, rather fewer that I can now remember the name of. They were all good, but, unfortunately, I wasn't as much in the mood as I might have been. Hottest day so far - may have had something to do with it. I'm told Rome will be warmer. Mmm.
So, let me see if I can get this straight - firstly we went to the church where St. Francis hung out with his monk buddies when he wasn't wandering around doing cool stuff. Nice. Then to the main church, which is where he's buried. Nice. And then to S. Damiano, which is where it kicked off for Francesco; he was told to rebuild a church by a crucifix. I can't remember if was an extant crucifix or a vision. I believe St. Clare later based herself there as well. Nice.
Now, I need to get some sleep, or I shall never do anything in Rome.
My memory being what it is, I can't remeber what happened what day exactly, but we've gone to the beach two more times. I'm not burning, but I'm not changing colour either - it's a revelation in terms of freckles. Bathing is good. The sea's not exactly toasty, but certainly manageable. I swam a lot yesterday. Monica's braved it the one time, somehow opting for the day when the water was at it's coldest. People wander round Italian beaches trying to sell earings &c. to young people. They don't have much luck that I can see. There is also a coco bello! man who has an amusing horn and a loud voice with which to shout "coco bello!" Today we ran into some of Monica's friends, who were on a family outing. Nice.
It may well have been Wednesday that we went to Assisi, which looks a bit like this:
Gosh pictures are slow to upload at whatever connection speed this is. Anyway, that's Assisi as in St. Francis of so there were many churches to look at, rather fewer that I can now remember the name of. They were all good, but, unfortunately, I wasn't as much in the mood as I might have been. Hottest day so far - may have had something to do with it. I'm told Rome will be warmer. Mmm.
So, let me see if I can get this straight - firstly we went to the church where St. Francis hung out with his monk buddies when he wasn't wandering around doing cool stuff. Nice. Then to the main church, which is where he's buried. Nice. And then to S. Damiano, which is where it kicked off for Francesco; he was told to rebuild a church by a crucifix. I can't remember if was an extant crucifix or a vision. I believe St. Clare later based herself there as well. Nice.
Now, I need to get some sleep, or I shall never do anything in Rome.
Tuesday, 13 June 2006
For the record, Italy v. Ghana was 2-0, but I guess you all could find out if you wanted to. We were upstairs at Vane e Lorenzo's, with Giovanna, Monica's dad and the two of us. Monica's mum was there for a little while. Thye felt it wasn't a very good match, but I've seen a lot less interesting England matches. Lorenzo dug out some beer for me. Was good.
Monday, 12 June 2006
Okay, this is the beach I was at for three hours today. Not alot to say about today other than that. We ran some errands like food shopping, going to the pharmacy and village hall. Then we cooked a bit of dinner and spent a while on said beach, trying to slowly change colour. Not something I do very frequently.Now we are waiting for Italia v. Ghana. Oooooooooooooooooooh. Ooh.
Buongiorno. It's just Monica and I in the house at the moment. As t's Monday, everybody's doing something except us, so while she performs various grooming tasks, I blog.
After the aforementioned, we had a look around Offagna's castle/fort/tower thing, which is good for taking pictures like this from:
It is like a little castle, it's got guardrooms, munitions rooms, battlements, a tirture chamber - the works. Monica used to give the tours so she could tell me everything the guidebook could directly. In one of the weapons rooms there was an excerpt, apropos of nothing, from the Bayeux tapestry. The tower was built 3/400 years afterwards, so it was something I might have smugly mentioned in the visitor's book if there was one. There wasn't, for the benefit of all parties. It also has a bell. This is what it looks like when an inglese in a floppy capello gives it a ring (you can do these kinds of things in an Italian villlage apparently), realises it's un po forte and runs away in embarassment:
And this is me looking about as tough as it is humanly possible for me to do at the behest of la mia ragazza. I look like a complete spoon:
Finally, from the picture point of view, this is central Offagna, looking up. We're quite close to Monica's house, which is up the hill:
Hmmm. It's not working. Maybe there's a three picture limit or something. Never mind. Then we had a little walk in the sun. And then it was finally time for mass.
It was nice, realxed, and what with a very comprehensive service sheet, I could follow it and do most of the responses, but they really whizz through the creed in Italia. "Dio di dio, luce da luce, generato non creato" is one of the easier bits.
Had pizza for dinner, which was good. Though Monica pulls a rather disgusted face when she sees ham and pineapple on an English pizza, they seem to have stooped to chip pizza in Italia, which seems absurd to me. Not that any of the Zagaglie really seemed to like it.
After the aforementioned, we had a look around Offagna's castle/fort/tower thing, which is good for taking pictures like this from:
It is like a little castle, it's got guardrooms, munitions rooms, battlements, a tirture chamber - the works. Monica used to give the tours so she could tell me everything the guidebook could directly. In one of the weapons rooms there was an excerpt, apropos of nothing, from the Bayeux tapestry. The tower was built 3/400 years afterwards, so it was something I might have smugly mentioned in the visitor's book if there was one. There wasn't, for the benefit of all parties. It also has a bell. This is what it looks like when an inglese in a floppy capello gives it a ring (you can do these kinds of things in an Italian villlage apparently), realises it's un po forte and runs away in embarassment:
And this is me looking about as tough as it is humanly possible for me to do at the behest of la mia ragazza. I look like a complete spoon:
Finally, from the picture point of view, this is central Offagna, looking up. We're quite close to Monica's house, which is up the hill:
Hmmm. It's not working. Maybe there's a three picture limit or something. Never mind. Then we had a little walk in the sun. And then it was finally time for mass.
It was nice, realxed, and what with a very comprehensive service sheet, I could follow it and do most of the responses, but they really whizz through the creed in Italia. "Dio di dio, luce da luce, generato non creato" is one of the easier bits.
Had pizza for dinner, which was good. Though Monica pulls a rather disgusted face when she sees ham and pineapple on an English pizza, they seem to have stooped to chip pizza in Italia, which seems absurd to me. Not that any of the Zagaglie really seemed to like it.
Sunday, 11 June 2006
Happy Trinity Sunday everybody! Anche, sono in vacanza in Italia!
Well, I intend to try and keep an up to date blog in light of this, but I feel it would be unwise to promise anyhthing. I guess I might see if I can get Blogger to let me have some photos in as well. Well, let's see - what to tell:
Because our train was for 1 o'clock, I had plenty of time to go to Saturday morning mass, which is a good way to start a holiday I feel. I haven't fulfilled today's obligation as yet, but there's mass at 1900 hours, which means I've had a much needed lie-in. Italian windows have shutters which actually restrict the level of light in a room, making lie-ins that little bit easier. This is why I needed one:
Firstly, the train from Exeter was delayed. No big deal really, we'd allowed plenty of time, though it was in hindsight something of a portent. We then had to take the tube, which again, was fine. We did actually get on the wrong line to start with, but it so happens that it was heading in the right direction anyway.
Now the Stansted Express was incredibly annoying - it was really busy, and there were so many inconsiderate bastardi around using spare seats for their bags that it was untrue. I very nearly murmered quietly to myself, but I restrained myself. Though all the windows were open, it was really close, London being rather hot at the time, and every stop was delayed I think. And it was really, really loud; had we been going into space, I could understand the incredibly irritating, malevolent whine permeating the carriage whilst in motion, but as I understand it, the Stansted Express terminates before space. Anyway, we were delayed further.
Then Stansted itself. It was pretty busy - no harm in that per se but there was a biiiiiig hold-up at security, which meant that everybody was substantially late - we were about 40 minutes late. I'm sorry to report that there was queue-jumping by some people whose nationality it would be insensitive to name. Anyway, as it was 40 mins after the stated boarding time, we had a little bit of a jog to the gate. Just as we got there, the tannoy quoth 1 minute to go, which we felt was harsh, but made the best of it while we could.
The flight was pretty uneventful. It was quite good, according to Monica, who usually flies rather badly.
When we landed we did the usual thing, except that the part where you greet someone at the exit who whisks you away to somewhere more domestic went a little awry. We were at Bologna Forli airport (like "London Stansted"), they at Bologna. The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune let up a bit at this point, but we still had to wait about another half an hour. None of us were feeling so very social when we rolled into Offagna at around 0130 Italian time.
I am given to understand that worse things happen at sea. I guess we'll find out if we visit Ireland.
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Today has been quiet, as befits a Sunday after a long journey. Slept 'til about half 11, whereupon I discovered that Monica was waiting outside the church along with half the village noseying at a bride, along with her wedding dress, going in to get matrimonified. So I joined her for abit until she came, pointing out which outfits seemed "interesting" to me; the joys of being a foreigner.
Paid a quick visit to Vanessa, Monica's sister, and Lorenzo, Vanessa's farfallino (leetle butterfly) on what is, coincidentally, their wedding anniversary. I received a belated birthday present of Il Piccolo Principe which I have in the mother-tongue from the inestimable Zosh.
Then had a lovely dinner of tagliatelle, and some form of delicious meat, followed up with a cup of tea and a bit of cake which seemed like seedcake, but is apparently flavoured with blueberry yoghurt. Yum.
Monica is currently visiting an old lady re. a recent death (this may not be the exact situation, but it's certainly remeniscent of it) whcih to my mind makes her seem a little like a character from a 19th century novel, perhaps one of Austen's.
Anyway, because if you've made a bad joke once, you may as well make it again - that's ciao, for now.
Well, I intend to try and keep an up to date blog in light of this, but I feel it would be unwise to promise anyhthing. I guess I might see if I can get Blogger to let me have some photos in as well. Well, let's see - what to tell:
Because our train was for 1 o'clock, I had plenty of time to go to Saturday morning mass, which is a good way to start a holiday I feel. I haven't fulfilled today's obligation as yet, but there's mass at 1900 hours, which means I've had a much needed lie-in. Italian windows have shutters which actually restrict the level of light in a room, making lie-ins that little bit easier. This is why I needed one:
Firstly, the train from Exeter was delayed. No big deal really, we'd allowed plenty of time, though it was in hindsight something of a portent. We then had to take the tube, which again, was fine. We did actually get on the wrong line to start with, but it so happens that it was heading in the right direction anyway.
Now the Stansted Express was incredibly annoying - it was really busy, and there were so many inconsiderate bastardi around using spare seats for their bags that it was untrue. I very nearly murmered quietly to myself, but I restrained myself. Though all the windows were open, it was really close, London being rather hot at the time, and every stop was delayed I think. And it was really, really loud; had we been going into space, I could understand the incredibly irritating, malevolent whine permeating the carriage whilst in motion, but as I understand it, the Stansted Express terminates before space. Anyway, we were delayed further.
Then Stansted itself. It was pretty busy - no harm in that per se but there was a biiiiiig hold-up at security, which meant that everybody was substantially late - we were about 40 minutes late. I'm sorry to report that there was queue-jumping by some people whose nationality it would be insensitive to name. Anyway, as it was 40 mins after the stated boarding time, we had a little bit of a jog to the gate. Just as we got there, the tannoy quoth 1 minute to go, which we felt was harsh, but made the best of it while we could.
The flight was pretty uneventful. It was quite good, according to Monica, who usually flies rather badly.
When we landed we did the usual thing, except that the part where you greet someone at the exit who whisks you away to somewhere more domestic went a little awry. We were at Bologna Forli airport (like "London Stansted"), they at Bologna. The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune let up a bit at this point, but we still had to wait about another half an hour. None of us were feeling so very social when we rolled into Offagna at around 0130 Italian time.
I am given to understand that worse things happen at sea. I guess we'll find out if we visit Ireland.
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Today has been quiet, as befits a Sunday after a long journey. Slept 'til about half 11, whereupon I discovered that Monica was waiting outside the church along with half the village noseying at a bride, along with her wedding dress, going in to get matrimonified. So I joined her for abit until she came, pointing out which outfits seemed "interesting" to me; the joys of being a foreigner.
Paid a quick visit to Vanessa, Monica's sister, and Lorenzo, Vanessa's farfallino (leetle butterfly) on what is, coincidentally, their wedding anniversary. I received a belated birthday present of Il Piccolo Principe which I have in the mother-tongue from the inestimable Zosh.
Then had a lovely dinner of tagliatelle, and some form of delicious meat, followed up with a cup of tea and a bit of cake which seemed like seedcake, but is apparently flavoured with blueberry yoghurt. Yum.
Monica is currently visiting an old lady re. a recent death (this may not be the exact situation, but it's certainly remeniscent of it) whcih to my mind makes her seem a little like a character from a 19th century novel, perhaps one of Austen's.
Anyway, because if you've made a bad joke once, you may as well make it again - that's ciao, for now.
Friday, 9 June 2006
Just what I was thinking
"Am I missing the point, or are the grown men who staked out a medical facility for the best part of 18 hours just to frantically shout a fat Scouser's surname at him for four seconds completely psychotic?"
- Darren Ford in a letter to the Guardian (football bit) regarding Rooney's long awaited injury report.
"Am I missing the point, or are the grown men who staked out a medical facility for the best part of 18 hours just to frantically shout a fat Scouser's surname at him for four seconds completely psychotic?"
- Darren Ford in a letter to the Guardian (football bit) regarding Rooney's long awaited injury report.
Wednesday, 7 June 2006
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