My server is up and down like a tart’s knickers, as my dear friend Sammypoos would say. I would count the days before I can leave this accursed host but I don’t know when it is. Little miss organised here.
Speaking of organised I went to put my brocolli into the microwave to nuke it for dinner and found a poached egg I’d abandoned this morning. No wonder I was hungry at break – I thought it was out of character…
I’ve found a dinner that is Kai-proof! Young’s Garlic & Herb or Lemon & Pepper breadcrumbed fish. Not only are they 2 for 1 at Tesco’s until tomorrow (I’ve stocked up) they are also resistant to all my methods of meal annihilation! They are supposed to be cooked for 30 mins and I cooked one for an hour whilst getting engrossed in a forum – and it was still edible! Gas mark 8 as well…
We’re getting a new housemate. The one I have lined up seems really nice, plus she’s really keen to live here – not a bad combo! I have to be careful though – as she’s a staff member she can bugger off at any time leaving me with an empty room and no pool of students to fill it. Not that they are exactly queuing round the block… Don’t know why not – my house rocks socks. It must do – why else would I get such joy from taking photos of it?
On Sat I went to see the Tempest, open air theatre by the Illyria company. I didn’t understand a blessed word and must now read the play to work out what happened. It was funny though – at one point the drunk had lost is wineskin and so came on stage lamenting it’s loss, ending up prone on the floor. Two other actors then applauded, the drunk got up, bowed, accepted a small trophy from a 3rd actor and then everyone reset to where they left off *chuckle* It was a fab day – I saw my genetic sisters and brother*, my true sister Ding came up for the day from Soton and my parents, aunt, uncle and grandmothers were there – we had a glorious picnic that wasn’t poached by the Jester as it has been in previous years.
* our cousins are our genetic siblings – we have the same grandparents (both sets) – our fathers are brothers and our mothers are sisters. Yes, it is perfectly legal (think it through) and no we weren’t born with webbed feet.
Sunday was bowling with my Drat’s team. Mum and Anm came along too. I came 3rd (of 4) in one game and lost the second. I may need practice…
