Claud came home with half a malt-loaf last night. I wouldn't have minded, except he left it outside our bedroom door and in the morning I stood on it. Sticky and rather clammy, it was.
Strangely, I want to make the opposite - a vacuum cooker. It's jam making season, but I find it's too easy to overcook jam while trying to remove enough water to make it a) set and b) preserve the fruit properly. It occurs to me that if I can drop the pressure I can remove enough water without reaching such high temperatures. Trouble is, vacuum pumps of sufficient throughput aren't cheap.
I loathed Catcher - I found it utterly impossible to relate to the whining little arse. My school had Clockwork Orange in the library - I read it when I was 14 and loved it.
Lovely, but for some reason the one above feels more comfortable if it's flipped left/right. I couldn't live with it going the way it does. Bet spiders love it.
"isn't that a small price to pay to retain your dignity during those formulative years?"
No. The embarrassment of having to wear a pair would be far worse than the easily dealt with passing bother otherwise. Even worse, having them bought for you by Mum.
Good grief, how spoiled are some people. She's your best friend - surely that's enough. Why the obsession with giving gifts? Quite a few people at our wedding didn't give us "gifts", but they helped by decorating the hall, or running the music, or running errands or making dresses etc. We were happier with that than a gift - some of the "official gifts" only get used once a year or so.
Doesn't seem to have "Slayer of toes" in there. Claud ain't a hunter, except of the frayed end of your leg. Unlike Fluorine who came in the other day miaowing in a very muffled way. She had a moth the size of her head, took it to her favourite disembowelling lair and - disembowelled it while her sister Chlorine looked on. Meep is definitely an independent sleepyhead.
When I used to use narrowboats a lot, on the British canal system, there were two opposing schools of thought from fishermen. And they were all men, too. One lot wanted you to go very slowly, preferably with the motor off or at least in neutral. The others wanted you to go fast to stir the fish up a bit. There was no way of knowing before passing them to which camp they belonged.
I wouldn't have minded, except he left it outside our bedroom door and in the morning I stood on it. Sticky and rather clammy, it was.
It occurs to me that if I can drop the pressure I can remove enough water without reaching such high temperatures. Trouble is, vacuum pumps of sufficient throughput aren't cheap.
My school had Clockwork Orange in the library - I read it when I was 14 and loved it.
Bet spiders love it.
No. The embarrassment of having to wear a pair would be far worse than the easily dealt with passing bother otherwise. Even worse, having them bought for you by Mum.
Quite a few people at our wedding didn't give us "gifts", but they helped by decorating the hall, or running the music, or running errands or making dresses etc. We were happier with that than a gift - some of the "official gifts" only get used once a year or so.
Meep is definitely an independent sleepyhead.
One lot wanted you to go very slowly, preferably with the motor off or at least in neutral. The others wanted you to go fast to stir the fish up a bit.
There was no way of knowing before passing them to which camp they belonged.
Hic!