Mum has gone to Laos for 7 weeks so Kate and I are fending for ourselves! Kate cooked dinner tonight: it was a pie, spinach, roast parsnip, and roast baby corn. (What? Doesn't everyone roast their baby corn?) With Mum gone, I am also in charge of feeding Charlie - I am going to make a little hat that says "Feed Me" for him to wear overnight, so that I don't forget in the morning. I am such a good pet owner. I got an email from Mum this morning telling me that if there is ice in Charlie's bowl he prefers you to knock it out rather than just add more water on top of it, presumably because he is worried about his tongue getting stuck. But I couldn't knock the ice out so I refilled it instead and then I stood around for ages making sure he didn't get his tongue stuck to the ice and then I told my boss I missed my bus because "I was making sure my dog didn't get his tongue stuck to his water bowl" is a crap reason to be late to work.
Today at work* I explained blogging to one of my colleagues - she is 50 and doesn't have the internet. Turns out that the more you try to explain blogging the more ridiculous it sounds. It was traumatic.
"It's, um... like having a diary, but on the internet, and anyone who wants to can read it."
"Why would you want to do that?"
"Well, it's nice because there's a whole community of people with their own sites and they write comments on yours and you can read theirs and-"
"But do you actually know them?"
"Well, no, but-"
"Then isn't it weird tha-"
"OK FINE blogging is basically just turning to face the world and shouting 'Look at me!'"
Also today I yelled TURD at a fellow motorist. It's been a busy day.
And now I should stop rambling because I have a performance review tomorrow and I have all this paperwork to fill out ("Review the activity of your key clients over the last 12 months") and I'm already kind of drunk. Whoops.
*today at the clothes shop we were at because the office got depressing