Karen has chicken envy. I don’t mean cock envy, that’s a different thing entirely, chicken envy. We have been planning on getting chickens when she retires but she found out yesterday that her boss in the UK already has chickens and that makes things different. We figured that I would build a coop and then we would let them wonder around during the day eating grubs and bugs. However, it transpires that they eat everything including your prize tomatoes and they are also great fans of ‘Prison Break’ which is constantly playing on their Ipads. So we do actually have to do some proper research, when I say we, they won’t be my chickens, I mean K.
Before I get seriously stuck into building work now its summer here, I need to warn you about the dangers of Margherita Pizza. It seriously sucks. It’s the Celine Dion of the Pizza world, dull, uninteresting, bland, unimaginative, not great to look at and it catches in your throat, need I go on, ‘My heart will go on’ oh shit I’m turning into that bloody woman, how will the restraining order work now?. They can’t stop me from going within 100 miles of myself surely? Anyway.....and relax. The only way to make a Margherita interesting is to smother it with leftovers, which is what I have just done with bits of roast turkey and cheddar cheese and now I have the burnt mouth from hell. It’s like a golf ball in there, if I type like I speak at the moment it would be arghhhgh oohggh etc etc . Why?, I hear you ask did I have a Margherita Pizza to hand, well it was a three pack on offer at the supermarket and the other two are just about edible.
Browsing around my friend Mary’s blog, the Flavors of Abruzzo, I know, Flavours is spelt wrong, it’s a colonial thing, anyway amongst some cracking recipes I found something that made me think? It was about having difficulty communicating even in your own language, people’s perception of you and the fear of rejection. I relate totally to this, despite 22 years in the military and 16 as an Officer I am the shyest person I know. I won’t go into shops alone, especially if there are no other customers. I won’t be the first to enter a room and I am paranoid that if someone doesn’t reply to an email they hate me, they sometimes do of course, look at what I come out with. The point is that you can be so insular and shy and yet project a completely different image to those you meet, which brings up the point, how much should you rely on first impressions?
The UN and NATO are getting well punchy at the moment. Is this part of a grand plot by that cult leader Ban Ki-Moon to calm everyone down a bit? Soon we will be afraid to shout abuse at a crap driver in case a helicopter gunship is hovering around. Overpaid and uneducated Premier league footballers are of course exempt.
It’s now three weeks since Massimo said, ‘see you tomorrow’. Now that’s why I’m paranoid.
Before I get seriously stuck into building work now its summer here, I need to warn you about the dangers of Margherita Pizza. It seriously sucks. It’s the Celine Dion of the Pizza world, dull, uninteresting, bland, unimaginative, not great to look at and it catches in your throat, need I go on, ‘My heart will go on’ oh shit I’m turning into that bloody woman, how will the restraining order work now?. They can’t stop me from going within 100 miles of myself surely? Anyway.....and relax. The only way to make a Margherita interesting is to smother it with leftovers, which is what I have just done with bits of roast turkey and cheddar cheese and now I have the burnt mouth from hell. It’s like a golf ball in there, if I type like I speak at the moment it would be arghhhgh oohggh etc etc . Why?, I hear you ask did I have a Margherita Pizza to hand, well it was a three pack on offer at the supermarket and the other two are just about edible.
Browsing around my friend Mary’s blog, the Flavors of Abruzzo, I know, Flavours is spelt wrong, it’s a colonial thing, anyway amongst some cracking recipes I found something that made me think? It was about having difficulty communicating even in your own language, people’s perception of you and the fear of rejection. I relate totally to this, despite 22 years in the military and 16 as an Officer I am the shyest person I know. I won’t go into shops alone, especially if there are no other customers. I won’t be the first to enter a room and I am paranoid that if someone doesn’t reply to an email they hate me, they sometimes do of course, look at what I come out with. The point is that you can be so insular and shy and yet project a completely different image to those you meet, which brings up the point, how much should you rely on first impressions?
The UN and NATO are getting well punchy at the moment. Is this part of a grand plot by that cult leader Ban Ki-Moon to calm everyone down a bit? Soon we will be afraid to shout abuse at a crap driver in case a helicopter gunship is hovering around. Overpaid and uneducated Premier league footballers are of course exempt.
It’s now three weeks since Massimo said, ‘see you tomorrow’. Now that’s why I’m paranoid.
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