Friday doings

[caddyman]

I was tired all afternoon yesterday, really, bone-achingly tired. It's been one of those weeks (you might have guessed) and I'd been in a meeting from 11.30 to 2.30, having written briefing the Secretary of State before that.

When I got home I perked up a bit and after pooting about on the computer, Furtle and I watched a Poirot DVD on telly and then listened to some music and nattered for a while, but did nothing too mentally strenuous. We made ourselves a very tasty Toad in the Hole, which had the best batter we've ever come up with - usual recipe, but I used our new hand mixer and it came out really light and fluffy. Lovely.

At about 11.30 we came upstairs and pootled around a bit more on the computer. I went for a shower just before bed and damn me if that didn't wake me up. A nice hot shower normnally sets me up for a good night's sleep, but last night it just washed the sleepiness away. After trying and failing to doze off, I left Furtle to it and got up to watch QI on BBC's iPlayer. I went to bed just before three and slept through to eleven or so this morning, so clearly the tireds came back.

Yesterday morning, I encountered Creepy Swedish Guy for the first time in a couple of weeks. Dour as usual, he surprised me by cracking his face into a broad smile as some woman of his acquaintance arrived on the platform. I swear that I heard him change expression. Anyway, once he started talking to her, I began to wonder if he might not be Swedish, but that rarest of things, an Englishman who can speak Swedish, because he sounded like a native speaker. A little later, however, after gravity had reasserted its grip on his face, I heard him gargling some hurdy-gurdy, børk-børk-børk down his mobile and my faith was restored.

He passed the test; Swedish he remains.

Comments

[davidt3001.livejournal.com]

WOuld you mind sharing your reipe for the batter? I have to persuade an American that toad in the hole is not fried bread with an egg in the middle.

[trav28.livejournal.com]

Linda once hit me in public for saying the "hurdy gurdy" thing. You have my respect there, my good sir :) I think you ought to photograph creepy swedish guy being creepy.

[caddyman.livejournal.com]

I shall look it out!

[bluesman.livejournal.com]

I second that. Photo please.

By the way, Bry, my doctor told me that a lukewarm shower in the evening helps us to go to sleep, as our body temperature falls a bit at that time.

[sea-strands.livejournal.com]

Oh can't beat a good Poirot! Unless with a good Miss Marple of course.

[trav28.livejournal.com]

It was a muppet inspired moment. I love me the Swedish, especially their vodka and meatballs.

heh, trauma. I have had to put up with 18 years with her. I guess I would have got longer for fraud ;)

[w00hoo.livejournal.com]

Miss Marple, in the name of the one true Bob, no! Old doddery woman meandres about, aargh. Poirot every time.

[trav28.livejournal.com]

At last, someone who recognises them for the evil that they are. Bert was pretty evil with Ernie being his bitch and all.