Hi Friday peops
Sort of back to 'normal' this week - whatever 'normal' is here in St. Irchley ;-)
Moben kitchens left 50 blank messages on my answer machine on Monday before finally catching me to tell me how lucky I was to have been 'chosen' to have my kitchen done - and despite me answering all their set questions and declining their very kind offer, they left another 44 blank messages on Tuesday to check I was still interested.....so on Wednesday when they called me again to check my details I sort of made it more interesting..........YES I had been in the house more than 10 years, NO the kitchen was only a year old (you didn't say that yesterday? - that's because today is today) and when they asked how many people lived here - I said sometimes just me and sometimes there were ten of us.. and do you have a partner and I said I had two - sometimes three ....and none of them ever know where anything is in the kitchen so who cares...that he clicked that I was being less than helpful - even though mostly I was telling the truth as all you TGIFers know ;-)
Mon & Tues bimbled round Earlswood Lakes with Sarah - pondering and putting the World to rights - and she has asked for your help this week - and I shall forward all your responses - and maybe this is a good forum for answering the weird and wonderful quandaries that blight our wine laden evenings?
Answers on a post-card - or simply by return e-mail will be good.....and remember folks this is Garry versus Sarah.....
1. When we talk about soldiers dipped in that runny yolk - are soldiers toasted or just 'raw' bread?
2. When we have a sandwich - do we spread butter on one side of the slice of the bread or on both slices?
and finally....
3. Is it proper for toast to still be hot when we spread our butter on it at breakfast or should it be cold?
Believe me, this will really help Earlswood lakes ripples settle.....
In Kiwi land, little Lucia had her birthday this week - and because I was so blonde, I couldn't work out when I should call to try and make sure I got the right day/morning/evening to say happy birthday - so instead I shall call at the weekend and break the good news that in January 2008, they had better brace themselves - as I have taken the plunge and put mom's money where her mouth is - and shall be gracing their islands. I still need a bit of help trying to work out when I fly out and when I linger for an extra week with them - so I make sure I am at Heathrow on the right day!!!
Helping Sharpie build a wardrobe this weekend - as you do........
Have a good one folks - and don't forget to help out with Sarah's bread queries.....
Kimmie x
PS Thanks for this Hilarie - since I haven't been to the gym this last fortnight and am starting to expand it seems quite appropriate!
The Miracle of Toilet paper
Fresh from my shower, I stand in front of the mirror complaining to my husband that my breasts are too small. Instead of characteristically telling me it's not so, he uncharacteristically comes up with a suggestion. "If you want your breasts to grow, then every day take a piece of toilet paper and rub it between them for a few seconds" Willing to try anything, I fetch a piece of toilet paper and stand in front of the mirror, rubbing it between my breasts. "How long will this take?" I asked. "They will grow larger over a period of years," my husband replies. I stopped. "Do you really think rubbing a piece of toilet paper between my breasts every day will make my breasts larger over the years?" Without missing a beat he says "Worked for your butt, didn't it?" He's still alive, and with a great deal of therapy, he may even walk again although he will probably continue to take his meals through a straw. Stupid, stupid man
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