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My diamond necklace went missing. It was on the mantelpiece, Lali jumped up there last night, and this afternoon, after I'd unknowingly vacuumed the living room shaggy-rug in prep for Mum's visit tomorrow, the damned necklace was nowhere. Clearly it had been kicked off the mantelpiece onto the shaggy-rug, sucked up in the hoover, and the uber-delicate chain must have been destroyed in the cleaner. There was zero chance of finding the stone on its own. Nonetheless, I went through the contents of the cleaner, fibre by fibre, wearing marigolds and plucking at the dust and fluff with a pair of chopsticks at arm's length on the basis that last week I sucked up two enormous black spiders and unexpected physical contact with a severed leg or chelicera would have disconcerted me. You probably need to know this if you're planning to come 'round to my place for noodles any time soon. Anyway, I was on the phone to webofevil this evening, talking about something else entirely [1], and was digging around the fireplace as we nattered and to my delight I discovered the necklace resting in the bottom of my orchid vase. webo kindly reprised the situation and pointed out that the worst point of my day was when my oriental cat kicked my diamond necklace into the orchid vase. On reflection, I have to concede that my life is perfect. [1] I can't justify this other than to restate what you already know: that I am a button-headed little idiot - but a couple of days ago I discovered that for a number of years I have been misreading the letters "QNI" in your posts. I now know that they mean "Quiet Night In". But all this time, in my head, they have meant "Quite Nice Indeed", and have served as a gentle commentary on the quality of your day. I am aware that "quite nice indeed" isn't even a sentence. It doesn't even make sense. It's rubbish. But I've friended a number of you on the basis that you pepper your posts with QNI, and given my interpretation of those three letters I have rested in the comfortable belief that you are all a bunch of tea-drinking, cricket-watching Englishers, probably dressed in a natty trilby, doubtless with pipe, spaniel and walking stick; or, if you are of the lady persuasion, in something classically understated, some decent pearls, and a chignon. In fact it turns out you're probably a bunch of chardonnay-swilling pizza-orderers, slumped in front of The Bill with your feet on the coffee table, and if I find out that this is the case I shall be most disappointed in you.Tags: yellow Current Mood: mischievous
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We're in the house in Scarborough. It's an awesome place - full of really interesting books (I'm guessing maybe 2000 or so), musical instruments, and interesting things to cook with. It's also decorated with fascinating antiques, shiny things, and bits and bobs from around the world (for example, the bathroom has a Tibetan mandala painting). It's like taking a vacation inside someone's mind, with all of their memories and experiences. I feel ridiculously at home here. In fact, I love it.
Out the front windows, over the red tiled rooves is the little protected fishing harbor, with the touristy beahfront promenade (gambling arcades, ice cream shops, chippies) curving away from it. Hovering behind us is a hill with a castle on top - maybe Norman but I'm not sure. We're about to walk out the door and find out, though. Later on I'll report on the Knickerbocker Deluxe and the other karaoke joint on the waterfront. (Note: regular updates on my Wewbcowgirl Twittr account, including photos. Much easier to manage from a phone than LJ posts.)
Oh yeah - also expecting a call from a recruiter today. Will report back on that.
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