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thessalian) wrote2005-03-05 02:26 pm
thessalian) wrote2005-03-05 02:26 pm
Relax
Headless-chicken-dash ends.
Went shopping. Went to Marks & Spencers and was just on my way out when a jolly-looking black lady of a certain age says, "I love your boots". That's about the tenth time that some random person off the streets has commented on the DoomBoots. My feet garner attention. Wow. Found my candle holder after much effort and even found a nice candle snuffer. Didn't bother with the oil burner in the end -- I'll go elsewhere for that, I think. Somewhere that's not Enfield.
Note to Self: Tesco on a Saturday afternoon -- NEVER ABLOODYGAIN. Children of all ages running rampant, old people shuffling down the aisles at the approximate speed of arthritic tortoises, housewives nagging their husbands either in person or via mobile phone, the shelves I wanted constantly blocked by people who browse for five minutes and then don't actually get anything from that shelf ... argh. I think the worst of it was the lady who rammed into me with her shopping cart; it hit my basket, which in turn hit my leg. It wasn't just a bump, either, and I think I'm going to bruise. I repeat -- never abloodygain.
But now I'm home and safe and I have everything I need for atomic chili. So now I can just relax and wait for guests to arrive. I like getting the running about stuff over and done with a good long while before guests arrive so I don't look like a complete crackhead getting things ready instead of actually paying attention to said guests. As the guests are good friends rather than guests, I'm sure some people think it's silly to worry, but it's either part of my charm or something people had better learn to put up with. Either way. ^_^
Went shopping. Went to Marks & Spencers and was just on my way out when a jolly-looking black lady of a certain age says, "I love your boots". That's about the tenth time that some random person off the streets has commented on the DoomBoots. My feet garner attention. Wow. Found my candle holder after much effort and even found a nice candle snuffer. Didn't bother with the oil burner in the end -- I'll go elsewhere for that, I think. Somewhere that's not Enfield.
Note to Self: Tesco on a Saturday afternoon -- NEVER ABLOODYGAIN. Children of all ages running rampant, old people shuffling down the aisles at the approximate speed of arthritic tortoises, housewives nagging their husbands either in person or via mobile phone, the shelves I wanted constantly blocked by people who browse for five minutes and then don't actually get anything from that shelf ... argh. I think the worst of it was the lady who rammed into me with her shopping cart; it hit my basket, which in turn hit my leg. It wasn't just a bump, either, and I think I'm going to bruise. I repeat -- never abloodygain.
But now I'm home and safe and I have everything I need for atomic chili. So now I can just relax and wait for guests to arrive. I like getting the running about stuff over and done with a good long while before guests arrive so I don't look like a complete crackhead getting things ready instead of actually paying attention to said guests. As the guests are good friends rather than guests, I'm sure some people think it's silly to worry, but it's either part of my charm or something people had better learn to put up with. Either way. ^_^
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I second all that. *patpat* The nagging housewives are the least annoying to me, because the nagging, in and of itself, does not inherently impede my progress from Point A to Point B. (After all, some of them can walk and talk at the same time.) The rest... it's like a cross between bumper-cars and Sokoban.
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People eat chili that fights back that hard?
Or are you planning on mutating your soon to be housguests?
Enquiring minds need to know...
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I may well ask nightskywarlock about your curry - I may also ask about shares in flame retardant underwear.