You’ll see the reason for the Roquey Cheese below
So here I am.
I was up at six, so it’s not unreasonable that after four hours in front of the PC to have a nap. Just as I was dropping off, my Thunderbird pinged… Oh, somebody loves me! I tried to ignore it, but curiosity and all that.
Then I tried again and in the sluggish moments before the mallet of sleep strikes, “I haven’t taken the fish out of the freezer for lunch.” Ah, forget lunch! I couldn’t, this terrible nagging thought kept returning. There was only one thing for it, get up and take the damned fish out of the freezer.
Now I am bleary eyed and in front of the PC again.
Life was never meant to be easy.
Read a wonderbul story on Lottie Nevin on Being a Bad Mother.
Have drunk two litres of water already. The day started of grey and cool, now it’s hot and dry, very dry.
The hot weather continues. Which I guess is why the house was invaded by two large cockroaches last night; duly dispatched. It’s bad enough when they come in ones. Ugly bloody insects, those and silverfish, they give me the willies. We have other creepy crawlies as well, like millipedes and geckos, but they’re good guys, they eat the other creepy crawlies. I have a resident gecko in the bathroom, we have conversations when I pee.
Who said that? I heard you, “He’s crazy!”
Of course I am crazy, I tried being normal once but it was so boring… so I went back to crazy.
Word Press 101
I have noticed in perambulations around Word Press blogs, that many blogs show only crazy little squares, default avatar) instead of a person’s (if they have one) real avatar.
Mine used to do that. It was quite frustrating, until I discovered the secret, and I can’t remember how, but I did.
Try this: Go to your dashboard, settings, discussion.
Scroll down and find this:
You’ll find the G setting on by default. Change it to PG like I have done and ‘save settings’ at the bottom. You should find that you see a lot more avatars.
My case was so frustrating because I couldn’t even see mine, which is why I resolved to resolve the matter.
Now, I’m off to clean up cockroach carcasses, water my plants, put my fur on (that’s what Lixo thinks when I get dressed) and indulge in a tipple, or two…
After all, it is beer o’clock. I’m sick of water, I feel like a parched camel.
When I get back, the fish will have thawed and I am going to make crumbed hake fillets with a Roquefort cheese and caper sauce…
Mine will be a little different, kill the mayo, add Colman’s mustard powder, chopped capers and parsley.