There are DEFINITELY no motherfucking BOXES in our HOUSE right now!
… So that’s super. I was going to take pictures; in fact I was going to pelt round my domicile in an exciting double-time video, but I haven’t done either because I had to go out and eat an enormous heap of curry for the second time in four days, recession and waistline* be damned.
In other news, please sponsor my boss to carry a bed through a river.
* I haven’t eaten any beancurd for FIVE DAYS.
Edit: I wish we could get married in a museum! Stupid British venue laws.
Post-Google Edit: Okay, I wish we could get married in a museum a) outside of London, and b) minus the inclusion of tepid wedding packages of the chive wigwam variety.
Oooh!
Unprotected, because I’m infuriating like that;
Gosh, I don’t want to spend silly money on a wedding dress, but I can learn!
NB: Probably won’t buy anything from here, as a) I could buy a kitchen with that money, are you nuts!, and b) in the 1930s 5′10″ women were burned as witches.
Nuts! / Oh, hazel nuts / Oooh
A propos of nothing much;
Anti-vaccination movement? This lady is on your team.
Nuts, and so on
Man, I’ve got to get me some bulk nuts. This office has one of those “Healthy” “Charity” “Snack” “Box” arrangements, and it’s ruining me.
I wonder what sort of exciting comment spam I’ll get for “bulk nuts”, or indeed “snack box”?
You guys! I’ve transplanted the courgettes. It’s a proud moment; the first plants Captain Brownthumb hasn’t rapidly offed (although I’m rather proud of having revived a cactus that the removal men helpfully bubblewrapped). What else? OH YEAH WEDDINGS. Now then. I’m not an unreasonable woman, so here’s a link to the marvellous Offbeat Bride, on which you may guess at dayglo granola bridal concepts that I may have embraced. Corset? Polaroids? Ring-bearing owl? I will not say!
No points for guessing “sequins”, that’s a given.
IN OTHER NEWS
Can I say how happy I am with my new Lush shampoo? It’s super. It’s a bit old-man smell but, you know, I’m down. Squeaky Green, for reference - I’ve never been one for Lush because a) the shops smell so strongly they actually make me heave a little bit, and b) they tend to be stuffed to the gills with crunchy poi types. Other crunchy poi types, fair point. But! The online shop is super, and the products come packed in popcorn, so I expect this is where I’ll be funneling the mortgage money this month. Hooray!
The only other thing that’s happened is Matt’s total smackdown by the nice lady at Asia Delight on our thrice-weekly indulgence of my filthy* spicy beancurd habit;
Purveyor of Crack-Like Spicy Beancurd: Oh, you lose so much weight! In your face. Been to gym?**
Shameful Beancurd Addict: Oh thank you! We’ve been running.
My Love: How about me?
Purveyor of Crack-Like Spicy Beancurd: HAHAHA!***
My Love, who has actually lost quite a bit of weight as well, it was a very bulky jacket okay: :\
* Oh, you thought “beancurd” was a healthful foodstuff? Ho! Not as a mere savoury vehicle for SALT and CHILLI and HALF A PINT OF HOT SPICY OIL per CUBIC INCH, and OM NOM NOM, it isn’t. It makes me come over all CAPSLOCK.
** So here I’m trying to avoid a Mickey Rooney in Breakfast at Tiffany’s sort of vibe, but on the other hand maintain narrative accuracy in my very important report of the goings-on over the Thai style fishcakes? Is hinting at Engrish just wrong under any circumstance? Should I not have said “Engrish” just then? HELP ME ALAN RUSBRIDGER.
*** There may also have been pointing.
Protected: Bagels!
Shake that ass like you got no class!
Now then.
Here’s a little courgette seedling that’s throwing shapes on the windowsill;
Here’s what Matt and I get up to when we run out of DIY;
(I think Joe’s crossed us off his dinner party list for that, which makes me sad);
Here is “enthused”;
Here is “three terrible hours in a Zurich traffic jam”;
Here is “Hooray, Kakelofen!”;
Here is what we listen to when we do DIY, generally;
Here’s that Flickr account I said I wouldn’t get;
That’s you up to speed!









