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And one leads straight to the next...
The only reason why I've come to a temporary halt on the Cabin Pressure slope is the fact that I ordered series 1-5 of The Big Bang Theory, which arrived in Friday's diplomatic mail.
The two pairs of sports pants I'd intended to shorten are therefore still retaining their original length, and I was as happy as a pig in mud watching BBT. I'm not as fond of it as I'm of How I Met Your Mother, but it's witty and fun, and giggling about antisocial people is even more fun if you're aware (as I am) that you're basically one of them.
I did manage to tear myself away long enough, though, to
-go to the gym, do the shopping and cook dinner on Saturday
-play tennis and have an afternoon nap on Sunday.
Unfortunately there wasn't any pork fillet or otherwise appealing pork, so I bought minced meat and went for the Turkish dinner. Falafel terribly, horribly botched (as in, from the frying pan into the dustbin), but 1) I know why, and 2) there were sufficient quantities of nice stuff anyway.
BTW, I suppose everybody knows this trick, but just in case somebody doesn't, I'm going to share:
If you love raw onions but dread their effect, it can be much alleviated by letting them soak for about an hour in (cold) salt water. The more finely they're cut, the more inoffensive the salt water makes them. Careful, though: you shouldn't rinse them but just put them in a colander to get rid of the water, which means that you may have to add little to no salt to whatever you're using the onions for.
The weather is spring-like and marvellous today, so I'm going to have lunch someplace, and then coffee and a cigarette in the sun.
Oh, and the Ambassador gave his ok to my plans for taking Friday and Saturday off work. Yayyyyyy! Long weekend!!!!!!!!!!!
The only reason why I've come to a temporary halt on the Cabin Pressure slope is the fact that I ordered series 1-5 of The Big Bang Theory, which arrived in Friday's diplomatic mail.
The two pairs of sports pants I'd intended to shorten are therefore still retaining their original length, and I was as happy as a pig in mud watching BBT. I'm not as fond of it as I'm of How I Met Your Mother, but it's witty and fun, and giggling about antisocial people is even more fun if you're aware (as I am) that you're basically one of them.
I did manage to tear myself away long enough, though, to
-go to the gym, do the shopping and cook dinner on Saturday
-play tennis and have an afternoon nap on Sunday.
Unfortunately there wasn't any pork fillet or otherwise appealing pork, so I bought minced meat and went for the Turkish dinner. Falafel terribly, horribly botched (as in, from the frying pan into the dustbin), but 1) I know why, and 2) there were sufficient quantities of nice stuff anyway.
BTW, I suppose everybody knows this trick, but just in case somebody doesn't, I'm going to share:
If you love raw onions but dread their effect, it can be much alleviated by letting them soak for about an hour in (cold) salt water. The more finely they're cut, the more inoffensive the salt water makes them. Careful, though: you shouldn't rinse them but just put them in a colander to get rid of the water, which means that you may have to add little to no salt to whatever you're using the onions for.
The weather is spring-like and marvellous today, so I'm going to have lunch someplace, and then coffee and a cigarette in the sun.
Oh, and the Ambassador gave his ok to my plans for taking Friday and Saturday off work. Yayyyyyy! Long weekend!!!!!!!!!!!
