Chip Suey
My former stepfather Gerald, who has not proactively contacted me in 30 years, sent me a Linked-in request today to join his business network. Didn't see that one coming.
A hard to describe off-kilterness to the day. Cold moving onto the chest now. Bah. Working on the mystery prose for a few hours. Then called Janet to find out how she was and have a brief chat about politics and so on. Then into the city abuzz with people who have just been on a protest march through town. Vanloads of policemen to ensure that the lawfully protesting public sector workers: those selfish nurses, teachers, local council workers and so on who are having their pensions reneged on, didn't turn violent.
After I met Dipak for a breeze-shooting session at Marwood's cafe. Discussing musician stuff (I'm an impostor) and hearing a rough recording of the Shakespeare's latest sonnet. This followed by a rendezvous with Lorraine at the Twitten to stuff a final box into the boot of the car ready for Gary to move in.
Brian, Lorraine's silver tabby, has finally noticed a big new fish tank. His sister Basil has long stalked a golden sucking loach, even continuing its persecution when I moved to the big tank. She ignores all the others, just focusing on the loach. Now Brian has conceived a lust for it too, scrabbling at the glass from all angles. Unfortunately, after an hour of this he suddenly, and entirely unprovoked, violently savages Basil like a teenager crazed by computer games. All very odd, and he has been thrown outside twice in the last 24 hours for his sins.
Lorraine and I explored our takeaway options tonight, and went to our nearest Chinese fish and chip shop, Chip Suey, for some fish and chips, which were perfectly okay.We enjoyed waiting as our fish were being fried and chatting together. Strange how little moments of happiness arrive at the strangest of times.
My former stepfather Gerald, who has not proactively contacted me in 30 years, sent me a Linked-in request today to join his business network. Didn't see that one coming.
A hard to describe off-kilterness to the day. Cold moving onto the chest now. Bah. Working on the mystery prose for a few hours. Then called Janet to find out how she was and have a brief chat about politics and so on. Then into the city abuzz with people who have just been on a protest march through town. Vanloads of policemen to ensure that the lawfully protesting public sector workers: those selfish nurses, teachers, local council workers and so on who are having their pensions reneged on, didn't turn violent.
After I met Dipak for a breeze-shooting session at Marwood's cafe. Discussing musician stuff (I'm an impostor) and hearing a rough recording of the Shakespeare's latest sonnet. This followed by a rendezvous with Lorraine at the Twitten to stuff a final box into the boot of the car ready for Gary to move in.
Brian, Lorraine's silver tabby, has finally noticed a big new fish tank. His sister Basil has long stalked a golden sucking loach, even continuing its persecution when I moved to the big tank. She ignores all the others, just focusing on the loach. Now Brian has conceived a lust for it too, scrabbling at the glass from all angles. Unfortunately, after an hour of this he suddenly, and entirely unprovoked, violently savages Basil like a teenager crazed by computer games. All very odd, and he has been thrown outside twice in the last 24 hours for his sins.
Lorraine and I explored our takeaway options tonight, and went to our nearest Chinese fish and chip shop, Chip Suey, for some fish and chips, which were perfectly okay.We enjoyed waiting as our fish were being fried and chatting together. Strange how little moments of happiness arrive at the strangest of times.
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