I've spent this morning doing battle with my car, the bulb in the headlamp had packed in. On my old cars this wasn't a problem, but with my current heap of shit if you have fingers even marginally less slender than those of ET changing the bulb becomes, almost, a physical impossibility. I managed it in the end, but today, your correspondent is
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I found it frightening that someone could have such faith in something for which there was no proof, and deny things for which there was extensive proof. I couldn't understand it. I wonder if your ex-girlfriend will ever change her views - in some ways, I would hope not, because there would have to be quite a big event in her life for her to question her values.
Pesto - I never have a problem with it if someone else uses it, but it never seems to have any point in my own cooking other than to look slimy.
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As for the Pesto thing. Stoaty knew about it, and my friends who i used to work with still remind me about it. As a foodstuff I find it quite pleasant. But when it was included on a shopping list for on ill judged holiday I got spectaculary angry, in a highly comical way, in front of work colleagues. I'll explain when I next see you
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