The vegetarian option

Yesterday the Russians had a bit of trouble with a meat-eorite (sorry, meteorite).

In Bristol we had a bit of trouble with a potato-eorite:

All I did was put a potato on a piece of kitchen paper in the microwave.  And turned it on.  Yes, okay, the plate did have one small crack beforehand.

 

 

 

 

You're only as old as you sound

Went into living room today.  To 19-yr-old daughter: "Can you turn it down a bit please?"
(I've clearly turned into my parents) 

Then recognition kicks in and I realise that she's listening to Radio 1 Essential Mix.  Which she downloaded at least a year ago.  So actually I recognise all the tunes/songs/mixes/WTF do you call them these days?

But then I also recognise the jingles.  Which leads me on to Annie Nightingale.  Hands up anyone who's never heard of her.

So I ask teenagers who are in the house how old they think Ms Nightingale is:

15 yr-old son:  29.

19 yr-old daughter:  22/23.

59 yr-old dad:  64.

Well actually on her birthday, April 1st since you ask, she will be 71.  (Shock, horror!)

"So why do you think she's only 22/23?"

Daughter:  "Well she plays music so loud".

On the naming of things

 

We have a new name for these in our house now:

 

 

 

Vanessa Swirls.  Quite.

 

 

I give you two pictures I saw today which made me laugh:

And:

How much can you divide the populace by their reactions to these two?

Marginal, my eye!

*sighs*  I spent yesterday afternoon in the Eye Hospital (again).  Even though I'd rung up and made an appointment, when I entered the A&E waiting room there were 27 other people there.  Granted some of them were accompanying rather than actual patients, but still a lot.  And you never know whether a real emergency is going to come through the door, and push you all further down the queue.

I now realise that Nick Knowles has gone (probably back) to daytime TV as there was a programme called Perfection on the big screen TV in the waiting room.  I could only hazard a guess as to how this quiz worked as they never turn the sound up enough that you can properly hear it.  And as half of us were sitting there nursing a sore eye then I hope the programme was aimed at a target audience of half deaf, half blind people.

I should perhaps say that I've been wearing glasses since I was 7, and then contact lenses since I was 17.  Without them I cannot even read the big letter at the top.  About five years ago I first got an ulcer on my left eye.  Since then I've had two further ulcers, one on each eye.  They're quite painful, obviously you can't wear lenses, and you become very susceptible to light.  It usually means six weeks of eye drops.  I've also had marginal keratitis (which is what I've got again this time) which is not quite so severe as there's no infection but it still means four weeks of steroid eyedrops.  Which means I have to wear my glasses.  Which are not as good as my lenses.  Which makes me grumpy.

Happy birthday to you and you and you ...

I made chocolate brownies last night as a birthday cake for my daughter who was sent this message yesterday.

Her birthday's actually at the end of July, and her last contact with Scouts was about a year ago.  Sweet though, isn't it?