I find myself writing less and less these days.
Not because the days at work or home have grown more dreary but because I feel spread a little thin, like someone being stingy with the butter on my toast.
I don’t think I can manage both drawing and blogging.
That being said I have now accumulated a decent backlog of fascinating non-events to report
1. I lost a piece of chocolate fudge cake the other day at work.
I bought it for lunch.
Then I ate lunch.
Then I went back upstairs.
Much later I realised I had left the cake downstairs.
I went downstairs to check. It was gone.
I was devastated.
There is no pain greater than losing a piece of moist cake.
That is also the only acceptable use of the word ‘moist’ in a sentence.
2. A client bought in a red velvet and buttercream icing cake.
It was a goliath of a cake.
A huge red velvet monster with an inch of buttercream top and middle.
I ate just one slice of this cake and was plunged into a sated, bloated cake depression, butter cream oozing through my pores.
The whole office developed a strange lack luster lethargy after eating this cake.
I started calling it the cake of depression.
Except Lottie, who had a fairly rock hard pice nearly a week later without particularly bad effects.
Side note
It may seem like there is a lot of cake in our office but I just tend to remember events that involve cake far more clearly than any other events.
Cake of Depression
3. I have a lot of spam to report.
The most recent one, which I particularly enjoyed, was an email,
converted into a jpg,
and then that jpg was emailed to me.
The subject title was “THANK YOU!!”
I like this man’s style.
4. Giant Eggs
I’ve been trying really hard to get Emma (Leo’s girlfriend) to cultivate hens that lay giant eggs because of an article I read in the Metro. (A worthy supplement if there ever was one)
I can’t even begin to tell you how much effort I’ve put into emailing her various words of encouragement with no success.
Apparently all you need you just need to feed them lots of broccoli but Emma is worried laying a giant egg will hurt them.
Emma has no scientific curiosity.
But I havent yet despaired. I’m going to try to convince her to invite us down to Cambridge and try feeding Honey, Sugar & Treacle (the hens) broccoli myself surreptitiously.
5. Monty has been sending me emails.
Then sends me texts to check if I’ve received the emails.
On principle I ignore those texts.
When did Monty turn into my great-aunt?
That’s what she does, but then she only just found out about the internet at 70+ something
6a. Regular Lunch
I briefly, sporadically made a huge effort of social skills and went out for lunch with the guys at work for nearly a week.
Shortly afterwards this burst of social energy died as suddenly as it began.
The guys at work eat far too early.
I like my work day split up neatly into 2 relatively equal chunks.
6b. Birthday Lunch
Yesterday the chaps at work all said
“Hey! Where do you want to go for your birthday lunch!?”
I was enthused! Yay! Birthday lunch.
“Yes! Can we go to Pizza East??”
They have the thinnest, yummiest pizzas I’ve ever . Their Margherita is particularly good.
JO & AL, who have lunch notoriously early said they couldn’t even wait until 1:30 pm.
We were in the middle of negotiating them down to a more reasonable time of 1:00 pm when Adam, killed the scheme and said we all had to go at 12:30 for some work related reason.
There is no way in hell I’m having lunch that early in the day. It leaves you with 5 hours of work without a break. The afternoon stretches out interminably.
So I didn’t attend what was presumably my own birthday lunch.
Mark later sent me an email with a photo of them all eating at Pizza East.
I sent him an email back rejecting his photo.
I refuse to acknowledge a birthday lunch for MY birthday when:
- I’m not present
- It’s practically breakfast.
They got me back a piece of cake though and a helium balloon. Which was so nice of them.
This post features a heck of a lot of cake.
Now for some photos for flowers I took a couple of days ago in the Canal park, which is exactly where I’m off to today. Its going to be a sunny day! Yay!
Dull stuff but its MY birthday and it’s MY blog.
SO SCREW YOU, REJECTED EARLY BIRTHDAY LUNCH!!
I don’t think anyone uses telephone boxes except sex workers and Trannies anymore.
Green Shoot close up. Very delicate. I looked like an idiot taking these photos.
Green Shoots. I like the way these were scattered.
Kind of cloud like tree
White flowers closeup.
Daffodil Closeup. Riddhi says flowers are phallic and make her horny
Park Shadows. I wish I had a buddy nearby to chill with in the park.
Red Hellebore. Actually I have no idea what this is.
This is a particularly pretty tree. It has no leaves. Just the flowers
Apple Blossoms? I don’t know what these are either.
I’m very fond of this telephone box.
Apple Blossoms Closeup. Well…I assume it’s apple
Yellow Flower Buds
Pink Tree Barbed Wire. See its a metaphor about blah de bloo de yawn
The Strollers Brigade. Angel is full of ‘em.
The King
Grafitti Man Outline. Someone defaced him recently. Sad face.
The Breakfast CLub always has good signs and a long queue.
Milky Way Window
Rock Garden Sunny
I like the shadows in the rock garden
A contrast. You know…
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