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Date: 21 August 2004 22:39:26
Yay's Olympic desserts put me in mind of the old 'Blue Peter' Oxford-Cambridge boat race jelly I made when I was a little Miffy. Any Britblogs out there old enough to remember it? No, I thought not. Lime jelly, boats carved from bannanas, and peanuts for the crew. Being a consiencious (sp) child I worried that the water wasn't the correct colour, but blue jelly is hard to come by.
I was also put in mind of the famous 'R' from far off schooldays this week, as I cleared up the cat's latest offering. She was famed for having informed the careers teacher that she wanted to be a ....ahem....well...let's just say remover of waste matter with a shovel. It was the first thing most of us remembered about her nearly twenty years later when we all met up for a grand reunion. I only wish I'd had the nerve to say similar. Although R ended up in teaching, I think.
Anyway, this week's little 'pile' was probably my fault. I'd tossed the dog's blanket into his toy box the night before, and the poor cat being caught short miles from his litter tray must have thought someone had kindly left a second toilet out for him. Not what you want to discover at crack of dawn when your mind should be on other things! Of course, the cat is probably paying me back for depriving him of his favourite meat in gravy. Since the kennels discovered that the high protein content of the gravy gives him the runs and put him onto dry food, we've followed suit. Only to find that the dry food does exactly the same! And again, it could be the effect of hourly running for his life from the dog. That's enough to make any respecting cat lose control of his faculties.
I wonder, does St Paul have 'ahem' removal down on one of his nifty little lists of spiritual gifts? If so, I may have stumbled across my calling (the usual 'calling' being "Muuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmm! M's thrown up/done a poo on the carpet/the dog's eating it!") I fear Mr M feels much the same way at the moment with all the stuff being thrown at him by family, social services etc. Lately as I've been sitting there in hospital, unit, on the phone (well, not literally), in the street or like this week, in the shop listening to people chuntering on (must be something to do with the fact that I don't talk much), it's occurred to me, we could open a recycling plant with the amount of other folks' mess we've shovelled.
Profound thoughts for me, I know, but it is Sunday tomorrow, after all!
p.s. Talking of the shop, I nearly passed out in it on Thursday, and no, I'd not been slain in the spirit; Ms M had just told me her As results. :) Don't know where she gets it from, I really don't.