Waves frantically, screams in horror, runs to next thing

This is meant to be my easy time of little work. So I scheduled a few things to do during my down period. Hands up everyone who's spotted what happened next? Yep.

Next week I am jury duty, fingers crossed I have a nice quiet break and enter to give me some thinking space. Until then frantic madness will continue.

The reason for the scream of horror was that tonight I saw a chap on telly. One I used to know, many years ago. He was on a news magazine programme on one of our government channels, which is filled with young persons committing surprisingly decent acts of journalism. When I knew him, he was a pretentious but basically pleasant young chap who turned up in a couple of the more experimental theatre performances of my postgrad student days and called me a Muse but was reasonably happy to be shot down for a line that was both a feeble pick-up attempt and patronising all at once.

Now? Now he is running workshops using plush animals to help adults explore their sexuality.

Sweet, sweet lad, but I am enormously grateful I never went there. (Think of all those stitched-on eyes following your every move!)

neep1 , theodoraleft , leochi  and anthimaeria , I have emails for all of you that keep being unfinished because I want them to be more than I LOVE YOU! But I do! Brain and body will be back in the same place at the same time very shortly, emails will be done.

OH! And we were in Adelaide over the weekend. We walked for three inner city blocks on Saturday afternoon and saw not one soul, not even in a car. This discussion occurred: 

Mr B: Right. Well, apparently we were wrong and the Rapture did occur after all.
Me: *Sceptical look*
Mr B: Or we could be in the officially boring part of Adelaide ...

We found the fun parts about half a mile later :-) Oh, and if you're in Adelaide away from the delish foodie section up North, Passatempo caffe down on Gouger St near the market was amazing, Italian food that tasted Italian and entree servings too big for me to finish. Unpaid advertisement!

Waves frantically, screams in horror, runs to next thing

This is meant to be my easy time of little work. So I scheduled a few things to do during my down period. Hands up everyone who's spotted what happened next? Yep.

Next week I am jury duty, fingers crossed I have a nice quiet break and enter to give me some thinking space. Until then frantic madness will continue.

The reason for the scream of horror was that tonight I saw a chap on telly. One I used to know, many years ago. He was on a news magazine programme on one of our government channels, which is filled with young persons committing surprisingly decent acts of journalism. When I knew him, he was a pretentious but basically pleasant young chap who turned up in a couple of the more experimental theatre performances of my postgrad student days and called me a Muse but was reasonably happy to be shot down for a line that was both a feeble pick-up attempt and patronising all at once.

Now? Now he is running workshops using plush animals to help adults explore their sexuality.

Sweet, sweet lad, but I am enormously grateful I never went there. (Think of all those stitched-on eyes following your every move!)

neep1 , theodoraleft , leochi  and anthimaeria , I have emails for all of you that keep being unfinished because I want them to be more than I LOVE YOU! But I do! Brain and body will be back in the same place at the same time very shortly, emails will be done.

OH! And we were in Adelaide over the weekend. We walked for three inner city blocks on Saturday afternoon and saw not one soul, not even in a car. This discussion occurred: 

Mr B: Right. Well, apparently we were wrong and the Rapture did occur after all.
Me: *Sceptical look*
Mr B: Or we could be in the officially boring part of Adelaide ...

We found the fun parts about half a mile later :-) Oh, and if you're in Adelaide away from the delish foodie section up North, Passatempo caffe down on Gouger St near the market was amazing, Italian food that tasted Italian and entree servings too big for me to finish. Unpaid advertisement!