Tangles goes to Tooting, tra-la-la
THATS NUMBERWANG!!!
Sorry about the quietness. I have been sick. I was really looking forward to my first full week at work, but no... The tangles first-week-at-work curse struck again and I had to have two days off sick. I got a nasty head cold that had me couch bound flat chat for 48 hours. Urgh. I am still not well. Went down to Tooting this morning to go to an NHS drop in centre to get some antibiotics. This was an adventure. My brain was so fuzzy that I got lost (a) in the nurses' office, (b) on the train platform (two directions, full visibility), and (c) in Tooting. Actually, I didn't get lost in Tooting - I got bewildered. There is a difference. When I get bewildered I buy strange fruit from overstocked Indian shops. I hadn't had Chikoo since 1997... I had forgotten what I was missing. It looks like a brown smooth stone and tastes like a dirty persimmon*. Not bad.
I don't want to whinge too much, cause for once KT is beating me on the unusual illness ladder, but I feel like crap. It seems that I have been in "fight" mode more than I realised. After the whole moving country, job hunting, house hunting, life basics sourcing thing, now that everything is hunky-dory my immune system has gone to Bali for a dodgy holiday and left me fighting off various symptoms armed only with manuka honey**, some lemons, and a handfull of unusual tropical fruits that I am hoping have yet uncovered elixir properties. It is dire.
On the plus side, my immune system has reason to think it can go easy for a bit. I love my new job. Although I certainly haven't been there long enough to see the bad bits, the bits that I have seen I likeee very muchee. My work even has a room with a bed in it and a door that locks so you can sleep if you want. Crazy.
Anyway - I am off to eat some more honey. This is the land of Pooh Bear and I don't want want any damned tigers raining on my honey parade. I don't know what that means. I think I am delirious. See ya!
* Photo below is Chikoo. It is yummy, if you like that sort of thing.
** Manuka honey is like honey, only more so. It comes for New Zealand. Don't force feed it to your housemates unless they are receptive to the idea.
Sorry about the quietness. I have been sick. I was really looking forward to my first full week at work, but no... The tangles first-week-at-work curse struck again and I had to have two days off sick. I got a nasty head cold that had me couch bound flat chat for 48 hours. Urgh. I am still not well. Went down to Tooting this morning to go to an NHS drop in centre to get some antibiotics. This was an adventure. My brain was so fuzzy that I got lost (a) in the nurses' office, (b) on the train platform (two directions, full visibility), and (c) in Tooting. Actually, I didn't get lost in Tooting - I got bewildered. There is a difference. When I get bewildered I buy strange fruit from overstocked Indian shops. I hadn't had Chikoo since 1997... I had forgotten what I was missing. It looks like a brown smooth stone and tastes like a dirty persimmon*. Not bad.
I don't want to whinge too much, cause for once KT is beating me on the unusual illness ladder, but I feel like crap. It seems that I have been in "fight" mode more than I realised. After the whole moving country, job hunting, house hunting, life basics sourcing thing, now that everything is hunky-dory my immune system has gone to Bali for a dodgy holiday and left me fighting off various symptoms armed only with manuka honey**, some lemons, and a handfull of unusual tropical fruits that I am hoping have yet uncovered elixir properties. It is dire.
On the plus side, my immune system has reason to think it can go easy for a bit. I love my new job. Although I certainly haven't been there long enough to see the bad bits, the bits that I have seen I likeee very muchee. My work even has a room with a bed in it and a door that locks so you can sleep if you want. Crazy.
Anyway - I am off to eat some more honey. This is the land of Pooh Bear and I don't want want any damned tigers raining on my honey parade. I don't know what that means. I think I am delirious. See ya!
* Photo below is Chikoo. It is yummy, if you like that sort of thing.
** Manuka honey is like honey, only more so. It comes for New Zealand. Don't force feed it to your housemates unless they are receptive to the idea.
posted by tangles at 4:01 AM
8 Comments:
Love to all....
Er.... thank you Ms Tickle Me. You look very ... er... yeah...
My love affair with Spike Jonze, youtube and commenting on my own blog continues...
... another Spike Jonze ad this time for Gap
One of the funniest things I have seen in a while, apart from numberwang, is this clip someone you don't know is buying a house... mirth.
I really enjoyed this youtube user created clip for Dylan's It's alright ma.
Needs sound and perhaps a penchant for Dylan, its a bit lacking subtlety in places, but someone put a fair chunk of thought into it.
that IKEA ad is awesome!!!
Hope u get well soon chia.
is there really a place called "Tooting"??
toot toot
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