These are mysterious times, my friends. Why would I want to wrestle with a pony? Why is the expression "delicious aromas wafted up the stairs, permeating my hungry nostrils" going round and round in my head? And what is going on the streets of Montreal and/or St-Joseph-du-Lac, where I live?
First of all, this enticing sign outside our local ostrich farm (NB the nonchalant way I say 'our local ostrich farm', like it is normal):
Second of all, these dogs in necklaces (not local, but mysterious nevertheless):
Third of all, what are these leaves doing on this scooter?
Fourth of all, how am I going to get through my fourth Canadian winter? I might go to the gym. I might take up the Marguerite Patten Potluck Project again. I may do both. Or I may just stay in watching "Come Dine With Me" and rocking.
Pip "Cackle" Pip
NWM
Monday, October 25, 2010
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I initially thought that first picture was an ostrich wearing a doughnut. I think that says far more about the way I think than I am comfortable with.
Take up the Marguerite Project again and watch Come Dine With Me. Both far more satisfying than the gym especially if you watch CDWM at the same time as cooking.
Enter CDWM and do a dinner party of just her recipes and win the £1000.00?
Batten down the hatches until spring. With CDWM and some technicolor food in the bunker, you should be okay. Also, there should be alcohol, tea and multivitamins to stave off the scurvy.
CDWM solves all problems. I have literally never experienced anything more entertaining than last week's in Barnsley. Enjoy!
Now, see if that ostrich farm were in my area they would not be faffing around with hot dogs. No, they would offer ostrich drumsticks and, here's the horrifying bit, people would try to eat them.
Ostrich Egg Omelette is one to try. One egg serves a dozen people.
Barnsley was brilliant.
"and rocking"
Is that rocking as in "You rock!" or rocking as in rocking-chairs? Or maybe as in "rocking out"?
Oh help, the word rock has now become incomprehensible and unreasonable, and I no longer believe it is a real word.
Or rocking as in the thing people do in chairs in fictional (and possibly real) insane asylums, normally whilst drooling?
Ordinary chairs, I mean. Not rocking chairs. The chair stays still, the person rocks back and forth. Oh, I give up.
Apparently, Ye Olde Orchard House (ooo arrrgh) has just opened up in Pointe Claire. I shall spend my tenth winter in Quebec pissed. Have you noticed that Frito Lay's Hoops have Hula Hoops in them? Not very many mind you, but they are there and waiting........
Ostrauges?
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