My word
Categories: ramblings
Date: 27 April 2007 09:14:42
I was at knitting group last night, and we started smelling smoke, so, naturally, we accused the staff of burning the toast (we meet in Liberty's Art Bar Cafe). The staff were vehement in their denials of toast-burning, and rightly so, because it was actually this we could smell.
A bad day to be a London fireman, what with a twelve pump fire at Deptford, and a thirty pump fire in the middle of Oxford Street, in one day.
In other news, still no desk. They have an hour and twenty minutes before I reach for my pet lawyer and start suing for breach of contract.
But my sock 
looks even more sock-like than it does in this photo, because I've got to the point where I need to start decreasing for the toe.