Small, Or Perfectly Formed?

Thursday, 4th September

A long, long day.  I spent most of the morning trying to get hold of my father's CT scan results, but my dogged determination, and knowledge of how to buck the system, eventually paid dividends.  The scan was better than I had hoped, which is great news.  Having not slept a wink last night, and using up all my adrenaline this morning, I was shattered this afternoon.  Driving home from work, I heard the radio promoting their latest competition, to win a MacBook Air.  Now, Mr Moore has one of these, and is besotted with it, just as he is with all things Mac, (as opposed to me, who is besotted with all things MAC), but LBC were promoting a peculiar angle of this technical beast.  Apparently, the resoundingly important feature of the laptop is that it is thin.  Indeed, the world's thinnest laptop.  While I am not a big fan of fatty-fat-fats, I don't see that technological excellence is achieved through being a size 0, or 4 as we call it in the UK, which is less of a sound-bite.  Come to think of it, Apple tend to advertise a lot of their products on the basis of their thinness, which for the most obese nation in the world, seems a bit bizarre.  American commentators have even criticized Barack Obama for being too thin to appeal to the general US public, but Apple thrives on the IT anorexia bandwagon.

We went to Manny's tonight, as Mr Moore wanted to show off the Sparta Park shirts, which had finally arrived.  The manufacturers had accidentally placed the team logo on the front, rather than the back, so Troy was terribly disappointed.  So disappointed, in fact, that he wangled three free matching track tops, despite the fact the shirts look excellent.

Friday, 5th September

Slept like a proverbial small piece of chopped wood last night, so I feel much better today.  I had a peaceful afternoon at the Wellie, so I took the chance to nip to Tesco for the ingredients for supper.  In the queue I noticed a sign saying - 'Sorry for the inconvenience, but this till is temporally unavailable.'  So I'm thinking maybe the till has travelled through time, but not space, and is currently confusing mid-Victorian customers, at a small emporium in St John's Wood.  It's remarkable how often people design signs, or phrases, without thinking about their proper meaning.  For example, if you take money out of a Barclay's ATM, it says 'Do you want an advice slip with that?' What?  Like don't spend it all at once.

I was very nearly home after work, when the phone trilled at me, and Wellie Direct flashed up on the screen.  'You left your tagine here...'  Oh shit, I'll have to ring up for 75cm of pizza then.

Saturday, 6th September

Up at 7.20 (am, that is) to take Perry to school for his B rugby match against Caterham.  Back home to bed for half an hour, then out again, with Mr Moore, to take Xanthe to Stagewise.  Home, via the Wellie, to collect the doings for the tagine - then back to Southwark to collect Fluffy.  It looks like it's going to be one of those weekends spent organising the kids social calendars.

At least the lemon tagine was pretty good.