Aug 06, 2006 22:34
When I was in Madrid I often thought that canelloni reminded me greatly of Mum's lasagne but had a bit too much salt (twas the spanish way). Tonight Mum made lasagne for the first time in aaaaaaages and lo and behold I just had to reach for the salt. I couldn't help myself, was like some strange kind of reflex.
I need to get over myself and book some flights.
Other news: work. Apart from that I had a proper night out with the lads on friday... now usually when this happens some other girls appear at some point but no, this time I really was the only girl there. The only girl to witness all of their chat up attempts and crazy dancing. It was surreal, it was amusing, it was like some bizarre psychological experiment... it was definitely a good night.
Got home last night at about 8pm just in time to watch some hot air balloons that were drifting at a very low altitude and threatened to hit the old oak tree that sits by the road. The atmosphere was tense for a good 30 seconds or so before everything returned to normal (well, if something did hit it happened very quietly).
Just decided that one day when I am much older I am going to fly over Bath in a big red balloon. I like that idea.
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