Required family viewing in Conrad's household, in our newly-re-arranged lounge, where the television sits in the fireplace. Quite handily, too.
Anyway, today saw the departure of Rob, even after he managed to make a Biscuit Dalek, which made me laugh out loud (seasoned readers know of my partiality to Doctor Who). Kimberley had a bit of an off day, Ruby displayed her characteristic nerves, and Glen surprised himself - and the judges - with his biscuit and macaroon helter-skelter. I also learned of "Tottenham Cake" which I think I've seen before but have never baked. Maybe next week.
A Nice Cup Of Tea Dalek to go with the Biscuit |
In the foreground: Small Excavator; Large Excavator. In the background: Enormous crane; Pretty Big crane |
Where do you go to my lovely?
As you may already know, Conrad is a creature of routine and habit. He does not like sudden change, mobile phones or biros. Still less does he comprehend the value, attraction and status enhancement of the common teaspoon. I mention this because back in June a host of these heavenly objects suddenly appeared in our office kitchen.
Proof! Proof, I tell you, proof that Conrad is not merely suffering from the vapours. |
Today we bade good bye to Emma, who is going on secondment to another part of my Unidentified First-class Organisation. I had to come up with some doggerel to embarrass her, and I did.
"There was a young lady called Emma
Who suffered from a thorny dilemma.
She couldn't say "No"
When asked "Do you "go"?'
And ended up with a randy young fella."
There was a slightly more tasteful rhyme. How does it go? I ripped out the page I composed it on and gave it to her - see if she can decipher Conrad's handwriting!
"We're here to say goodbye to Ryan
A gel who was almost always cryin'
I shall miss her; not for her giggle,
Nor her enthused arm-waving wiggle,
Not for tales of Nana's cod-in-butter,
Nor her sister Claire the utter nutter,
Nor her desire to eat a baby -
(Metaphorically and not with gravy)
I shall miss Emma for her skills
For I shall have to work harder and TAKE LOTS OF PILLS."
So - Tanks?
The Antonov A40. Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it's proof that Russians are barmy. |
I bet they nicked all our spoons.
In case Anna reads this, let us end on an Ahhh! moment. A lovely cuddly kitten.
Hey, a kitten is still a kitten, right? Right? Put down that crucifix whilst I'm talking to you! |
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