The Importance of Being Idle

Run, Run As Fast As You Can!

I'm not hoovering the living room because Archie is all curled up and snoozing on the sofa, and I don't want to disturb him. That's probably a pitiful excuse, but it's raining and miserable outside so there's nowhere else for him to go, and he's so peaceful and cute and cuddly. I'll finish cleaning up later, when he's wandering about and being a nuisance.
I decided to bake some ginger biscuits while Ronnie was at work this weekend, and much to my surprise they came out looking (and tasting) like... well, ginger biscuits really! See how yummy they look? Actually that photo makes them look a little burnt, and they really aren't at all. I might try shortbread later on this afternoon.
What else has happened? Well my Grandma's been in hospital 'cos she had blood clots in her leg, although she's now home safe and sound, and... it has rained... and me and Ronnie have had another idea for our own business, which seems to be what we aspire to. I'll admit that I've wanted to have my own shop (not that I'm suggesting it is a shop of any kind, this is just an elliptical thought) for pretty much as long as I've been working, but somehow it'd never occured to me that the way you get your own shop is that you just kinda decide that you want one, and you work out the details and then you convince a few people that your details are right and there you are, standing in your own shop. So that's pretty cool.
Health-wise I've not been feeling too bad today, although last night I just had constant dreams about the dread results of my scan, and I wonder how I'd cope if it actually were bad news. It almost seems ridiculous to dismiss the idea out of hand, 'cos there clearly is something wrong with me (although noticeably less wrong than it was), but I have no idea how you mentally prepare yourself to hear the results of an MRI scan. Blindly assuming that there's nothing serious wrong with you, when something is clearly not working just doesn't seem to me to be at all the way to go...
Finally here's a pic of my outfit for New Years eve. I'm not wearing my ridiculous false beard in this one (which is a shame really, 'cos it was really ridiculous), but you'll notice (because I'm telling you to) my bow-tie. This is a real bow-tie, none of your elastic nonsense, although it did take me two days to learn how to tie is succesfully, and I've not been able to replicate the feat since. Still, it looked pretty good while it lasted, eh?

posted by BadMonkey @ 3:02 PM