Saturday, 9 August 2008
Mind Like a... em... you know...
I've just finished eating salad. The salad contained tomatoes that were so ripe that I had to eat them as soon as I got back from the supermarket, otherwise my fridge would look like a school science fungus-growing project.
The salad was okay, but it was lacking a certain, you know, em... Well, it had lettuce, tomato, celery, spring onion, olive oil, vinegar, humous, but alas, no feta, because I forgot to get it at the supermarket.
I've just had my hair cut this morning, so maybe I'm like Samson, except it's my memory that's gone, not my superhuman manly strength.
If your memory's functioning better than mine, you may remember that I bought some environmentally friendly reusable shopping bags. Guess what? Two of these are in the car, as yet unused, whilst the three I bought the other day are in the cupboard, where I put them the other day. Ooops. I've now added a special wine carrier bag to the pile in the cupboard (that's another 45p).
I still think I'm doing okay, though, because although I ended up using some of the environmentally bad plastic bags for my shopping, I've paid 75p towards the ozone layer by buying those better bags. A bit like these people who jet around the world emitting tons of carbon dioxide and then atone by paying for more trees.
This morning three crime books arrived from Greece. Since I've got a child-free weekend, and since Bee's laid down the gauntlet by saying that she's going to read 700 million pages of her novel by COP Sunday, I'm going to see how far I get with mine (I'm about 1/4 of the way through "Night Bulletin" by Petros Markaris). The only problem is that I will have to look up words in the dictionary, because I keep forgetting them.
I've got it... "Mind Like a Sieve". (wish I could remember how to spell it)