Rest me with mushrooms, for I fear the steak is evil
A few months ago my sister had a big go at me for not being healthy enough. Well, I’ve been healthy for a few months, and I’m losing weight! This was not part of the plan, as I don’t have much to lose. All I need is a few more months, some bug-eye sunglasses and a massive elbow-dislocating Birkin and I’ll be the new Nicole Ritchie. Yuck. Need to get back to the friendly choccies and home-made Russian fudge. Come to my arms, crème caramel. Take me back, condensed milk out of the can. How I’ve missed you double-chocolate cheesecake (except for that time we met up last week).
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I was talking to my boss today about a house in a magazine and I said “For goodness’ sake, how do these people live? Where are their books, their knick-knacks, their holiday souvenirs?”
“I know, I was wondering that too.” he said. “I just don’t think that you and I are inherently minimalist people though.” Short pause. “Especially not you.”
He’s not wrong. Could it have been the massive garage sale I went to at the Greenlane showgrounds a few weeks ago that gave it away? I found someone's lifetime collection of vintage matchbooks for $10, and bought the lot. What I’m going to do with them I have no idea. The Gottage (my boss's name for our house that he’s never seen but has heard all about) is overflowing with stuff. And it’s going to be more overflowing tonight - we just got our Christmas hampers from work and distributed all the free stuff we’ve collected over the year. I have no idea where to put it all - perhaps my loving family will think I’m being extra generous this year! Perhaps they’d all like a matchbook or two? Except my favourite one - QEII’s commemorative coronation matchbook. That’s going straight to the pool room.
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I was talking to my boss today about a house in a magazine and I said “For goodness’ sake, how do these people live? Where are their books, their knick-knacks, their holiday souvenirs?”
“I know, I was wondering that too.” he said. “I just don’t think that you and I are inherently minimalist people though.” Short pause. “Especially not you.”
He’s not wrong. Could it have been the massive garage sale I went to at the Greenlane showgrounds a few weeks ago that gave it away? I found someone's lifetime collection of vintage matchbooks for $10, and bought the lot. What I’m going to do with them I have no idea. The Gottage (my boss's name for our house that he’s never seen but has heard all about) is overflowing with stuff. And it’s going to be more overflowing tonight - we just got our Christmas hampers from work and distributed all the free stuff we’ve collected over the year. I have no idea where to put it all - perhaps my loving family will think I’m being extra generous this year! Perhaps they’d all like a matchbook or two? Except my favourite one - QEII’s commemorative coronation matchbook. That’s going straight to the pool room.