Random Snippets:

* Saw a bunch of pigeons sat along a fence yesterday; twenty or so on the top row and fifteen or so on the bottom one. They were all hunched up because of the drizzle and glaring at passers by, looking fairly menacing. It was like a budget version of 'The Birds'. Almost as scary but not quite.
     Incidentally, among the mass of purple-ish greys there were two anomalies; one white pigeon with grey spotted wings and another one a gorgeous chocolate brown.

* Something interesting that I have noted at work: while I am cleaning the customer toilets first thing in the morning, 99.9% of the members of staff that repeatedly squeeze past to use the facilities and otherwise get in my way are men. And when I am cleaning the staff toilets later on, 99.9% of the members of staff that repeatedly squeeze past to use the facilities and otherwise get in my way are women. There must be a reason for this, but I'm damned if I know what it is.
     ...Well. At least I find it interesting...

* Speaking of work; personally I think that if one earns one's living as a cleaner, then one's house should magically manage to somehow clean itself. That would be really good, I feel. And just; terribly just.

* Why is it that you slog your guts out and deprive yourself of treats for a week and only lose 1lb, but conversely if you allow yourself one day of transgression you gain three times that amount in one go?

* I think I may have accidentally vacuumed up Suzie's ball bearing. If so, this is a catastrophe that our relationship may not recover from.
     ...Where would one go to purchase another one? Where did she get THAT one from??

* The temperature is dropping. On the one hand; this is good because it is now pleasantly cool (for me. Everybody else is complaining that it's cold. Wimps), but on the other hand; it means that we are one step closer to winter, which means that we are one step closer to ice all over the pavements.
     I hate ice. Snow is OK. Due to climate change Britain is slowly but surely returning to its blizzardy winters of yesteryear's, but I don't mind that (I have snow boots! D'you remember me mentioning my snow boots? Worth every penny I paid, fabulous things). But not ice, I hate ice. There is yet to be a shoe invented that can grip consistently effectively (and therefore safely) on ice.
     Or at least so far as I know. Perhaps one has been now. If so, I would go into debt to buy it.

* Choir has started again (joy!). A full years' subscription is £130 (that's including the extra section that I joined in with last time, the Summer Singing), which is a lot all in one go when you work 19 hours a week on average, but thankfully Mummy has paid it for me in full as an early birthday present. Bless her.
     Of course, that means I shan't be getting a wrapped present this year. That sucks.
     Of course, of the two, I'd rather have my choir membership than a wrapped present anyway, but still. Meh.

* Speaking of birthdays, mine is now =counts= 35 days away.

* Casserole is a lovely and (comparatively) inexpensive meal to have. The only problem is that when it starts to properly cook in the oven and you can smell it, your taste buds start tingling and you want it NOW.
     =checks time= ...another 30 minutes to go. =SIGHS=

*  Why is it that I (and many other women) look ridiculous at best and terrible at worst in hats actually designed for women, but generally quite fetching in hats designed for men? This seems somewhat backward.
     And do some men, I wonder, find that they have the same problem?

* One of the aunts of Best Friend 1 has apple tree that had a massive crop these year. She had the bright idea of giving some to me a couple of days back to offload a few of them, and d'you know; after months and months of eating mostly bananas as my daily fruit, I'd forgotten how good they taste. It's a shame that Cox's apples (like the ones I have been given) are so rare these days. Those are my very favourites. Yummy.

* =checks time again= ...25 minutes to go now. =SIGHS=

* Anybody reading this that occasionally feels that they are stupid and useless (as I do), I advise that as a form of feel-good therapy you take a peek at the 'Darwin Award' books. They are a great read - provided you have a slightly morbid sense of humour of course, I suppose - and I can guarantee that within 3 seconds of starting any of the tales within you will be feeling miles better about yourself.
     Trust me. It works wonders.

* You have never seen a funnier sight than a wasp drunk on lager trying to fly. Truly.
     I laughed so hard that I developed a stitch.

* I'm going to be walking Bingo by the canal tonight once it is dark so that I have a chance of star-gazing. Considering that it's been threatening rain all day what are the chances, d'you reckon, of the sky being unclouded enough for me to actually see them?
     Yeah. That's what I thought...

* I want a bright red thick woolen cardigan. I don't know why. I don't need it and I'm fairly certain it shan't suit me, but I want one all the same. =shrugs= I just do.

That is all for now. One last thing, though:

* =checks time= ....20 minutes to go now. =SIGHS= Hungry hungry hungry...

Alice x