Time Machine

Sometimes things happen in real life that are more random than even I can make up (yes, I’m sorry, some of this blog IS made-up. I know. Can you countenance it?).

Went for tea at my mum and dad’s tonight and they’d laid a small post it note next to my meal. It read in pencilled capital letters

‘NO THANKS YOUR IMPERIAL BOURBOSITY’

Apparantly I had written it, and it had lay dormant in the lego, that my mum had resurrected when my baby nephew came around. Not sure why. One month olds don’t tend to go for lego, what with not even being to hold up their own heads. The chances that they’ll make a lego sweet shop are marginal.

My sister has a scarily good memory and told my puzzled parents that I had written this divine randomness. It was like a surreal archealogical dig. Instead of soil-lego, and and instead of valuable things, a load of bobbins that I wrote approximately 18 years ago.

Think mum and dad are probably going to frame it.

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Prawns and Mince

My friend gave birth the other day. She asked me to go around and see her baby. I had a window between bungling activity and my flouncing duties, so I agreed. I quite like children and all that, which is good quality for a doctor to have. A general distaste of humans isn’t going to get you ahead in this game. Anyway, I got around to her house and she led me into the kitchen. I was eager to see the baby and had even bought some delightful gifts from my local TK Maxx jumble sale/emporia. She led me into a modernish kitchen inspired by the heady era of 2001. There she revealed two pyrex oblong dishes. One containing defrosted frozen, shelled prawns, and it’s adjacent pyrex twin, contaning cooked mince, with chopped peppers.

I weas a bit disappointed. I thought she would have at least assembled the baby for my visit. It’s current form was very disatisfying to me.