Life, And Other Natural Disasters...

I love Toblerone - I detest honey
I adore pizza - I dislike melted cheese
I like pancakes - I hate eggs

Go figure...

I daren't go into the kitchen.
Two radio controlled daleks and a K-9 are battling for control of the brussel sprouts.
And that's just the adults at play...

A certain ginger-furred, fierce eyebrowed individual has got a birthday today...


Happy Birthday, [Bad username or unknown identity: rock_bear!!](hugs, nuzzles and growlings!)

Urf, back to work today (but only for today). Xmas was a blur of good food, good wine and a lot of laughter. Boxing Day, I awoke at 1030 (most unusual for me!) feeling disturbingly chipper. Went for a walk up to the town center and was suprised to see most of the major chains were open for their January Sales.
It took ages to get home yesterday; there were problems with the trains up towards London. Ended up taking a coach to Barnham (free of charge) then picking up a train back to Portsmouth.
Favorite present? A teddy bear from Karen and Keith with a bag of milk chocolate balls and a note saying "A bear whose balls you can lick without getting arrested..." Hmmm...

So, 18 hours into my Swedish sojourn and what have I learnt...?

Cow and Chicken have been translated into Swedish.
Mid evening Finnish television invariably decends into vast quantities of people waltzing for no good reason. Go figure.
The chocolate cafe on the main square of the Gamla Stan does excellent hot chocolate.

A reasonable start. Now off to shop...

Grrr.  I am currently removing tiles from my bathroom.  Armed with a chisel, a mallet, a hammer, a pair of goggles and very little else, I have managed to get some of the tiles off the wall.  The rest seem to have been super-glued, as for each tile I lever off, a huge chunk of plasterboard comes away with it.  So, I'm left with a huge amount of bare plasterboard crumbling above my sink, which aint pretty.

Russ has called and offered calming words to stressed koalas, but this calls for more drastic measures.  Chocolate, and lots of it.

After a slightly frustrating week, Saturday arrives with me throwing a weekend bag together and heading off into town to have my highlights touched up, fur maintained and then a trip up to Nottingham for the weekend. So, I spend the obligatory 45 minutes sat in the chair with a copy of "To Kill A Mockingbird" with my hair full of Baco-Foil. Ah, as might be heard from Slough, such things we do in the name of vanity!

Trip up to Nottingham uneventful; mooched round for a couple of hours as Russ (rock_bear) wasn't finishing work until six. Back to the flat for pancakes, then the arrival of Michelle, longtime friend of Russ's and one of those "I've heard so much about you" people. This is not a bad thing - it can just be a disappointment when the person does not live up to the hype. This was not the case, after a couple of pleasurable hours knocking back Gin and Tonic and exchanging banter, wit and showtunes proved. We parted ways around half ten, Michelle disappearing off, waving regally from the back of a taxi. Russ and I meanwhile headed to Rock City for the Saturday night ritual of sitting in The Rig and watching the talent, exchanging the occasional "Woof!" A couple of punkettes decided they wanted pictures with Russ and I, along with a satsuma. They did not have any lighting flex or black plastic refuse bags with them, so I concluded that they were not members of the Tory party...

Sunday morning was mainly snuggling in bed with Russ. "I was thinking about buggering you senseless, but then I thought about crumpets" he exclaimed at one point. Honestly, that boy gets so easily distracted...! Lunch at the Poacher and then back on the train south after a theraputic weekend...

...safe and well, if a little flu ridden, to his native land. I had a rather bunged up conversation with him on the phone at about 1am this morning. Sounds like he had a good time. I think he has a lot of travellers tales to tell me.

And, yes, someone did walk up to him offering chocolate as a result of my original posting. Ah, the power of the internet...