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Monday, February 27, 2006
 
Conundrum

Why is it that cold water makes women's nipples swell up, but makes men's nether parts diminish in size? Discuss.


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Wednesday, February 22, 2006
 
Knackered

Yes, yes, I'm a slacker. I know.

Still not getting a great deal of sleep. Young David is developing amazing shouty powers, and insists on practising them at 3 a.m. Since he hasn't been particularly well the last couple of days, he's shouting with greater frequency and increased hoarseness, which just makes it easier for the sound to get through my earplugs and the thick pillow I place over my own head at night-time. Tonight I will use the duvet as well.

I have just drunk a stone-cold cuplet of espresso, which I paid 6 bajillion quid for an hour ago and then subsequently forgot about. That is how desperate for caffeine I am.


Served by pastamasta at 10:23 AM
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Thursday, February 09, 2006
 
Eat your heart out, Salvador

Young Sarah (age: 2 years 8 months, going on 14) is developing a keen grasp of surrealism which is truly uncanny. (Well, okay, it's uncanny to everyone who doesn't know me very well, or doesn't understand the basic concept of genetic inheritance.) Her latest favourite game, which is currently being played every morning in the car on the way to nursery, goes something like this (an actual conversation we had this morning):
[car goes over a bump]
Sarah: Daddy, what was that?
Me: Just a bump in the road, Sarah.
Sarah: Maybe it was a giraffe.
Me: Huh??
Sarah: Well, it might be a giraffe with his legs off.
Me: Really???
Sarah: Yeah. And his legs ran away and jumped in the lake, and then they went to the shops and bought some sausages 'cos he hasn't got any left in the fridge.
Me: You're a silly sausage.
Sarah: No I'm not, you're a smelly horse.
She brought home a drawing yesterday, which looked a bit like a squashed burrito covered in an unidentified blue sauce, but which she claimed was a representation of "a big bird with lots of pizza". At this rate, she'll be a dead cert for the Turner Prize.


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Friday, February 03, 2006
 
Nouvelle cuisine

Wresting myself reluctantly away from the simply riveting piece of work I'm currently slaving over in the office, I took a half-day off work yesterday afternoon to go to Stratford with The Missus and select some tiles for the impending installation of a brand-new kitchen at Casa de Pasta. In an unexpected turn of decisiveness and efficiency, we managed not only to choose the wall tiles but also:
  • design our tiling pattern (yes, I can be creative occasionally)
  • select matching vinyl flooring (I know, cheap and nasty, but warmer underfoot than tiles, and also more durable against the destructive attentions of small children)
  • pick our paint (a sort of creamy daffodil colour)
  • buy new ceiling lights (chrome spotlight-type thingies, very mod)
  • transfer the money which is paying for all this from our savings account
  • pick up a Chinese takeaway (crispy duck in pancakes with hoisin... mmmMMMmmm)
...and all in the space of three-and-a-half hours. Impressive, non? Oui. And now this morning, I've just checked my bank balance, and am sobbing quietly into my coffee. Never mind, at least the house will look nice for the bailiffs when they come to repossess it.


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