Mr S was 70 yesterday (pause for cheers!). In the middle of the previous night he woke up knowing that his driving licence needed renewing, and hence lay awake worrying about it till next day.
This was something, quite clearly, that he knew - so why, in the name of all that's holy, did his subconscious wait till the very last minute to remind him?
(As it happens there's an amnesty, as for MOT testing, so all was well - but really, what bad timing!)
The subconscious is odd, isn’t it; it’s not as if he could do much about the license in the middle of the night. And it clearly shows that becoming 70 was a major event for him - happy belated birthday Mr S.
I’ve spent that last 2 days at online conferences and am completely shattered. I’ve also not managed as much exercise and I think that makes my symptoms worse. So I’ll shortly amble off for a walk and then have a light morning before a meeting and workshop this afternoon.
It’s odd that there is no reminder system @The Intrepid Mrs S - Mr Boogs just happened to look at his and it was due that day! (Or was it his subconscious?)
... one side of my face felt as though it belonged to someone on the other side of the street, IYSWIM.
Quotes file!
I've finally got Microsoft Word installed on the laptop (with help from my brilliant niece), but when I tried again to download the application form for the job (the whole reason for getting the bloody thing in the first place), it still wouldn't open - said something about the format being changed or something equally ridiculous. Am not a happy piglet.
In happier news, my Stuff is to be delivered on 20th July. It'll be quite a week: being reunited with my favourite bears on the Monday, and getting a haircut on the Thursday. What an exciting life I lead ...
Yes, yes - I know all about STEAM, diseasel, horse, sail power etc. etc., also Atmospheric Railways, rope-worked funiculars, water-balance funiculars etc. etc.
Alas - the only sort we have round here are electricackally-powered, and mostly heard (the Eurostars make a sort of loud swishing sound as they whizz across the bridge) rather than seen.
Mind you, I can now and then catch a glimpse of Other Trains - on the opposite side of the river - through the dense foliage that seems to surround railways these days. No wonder they have problems with leaf fall in Autumn...
I have been across that bridge a couple of times, on the local high speed trains, but didn't realize I was so close to the ark. When I was growing up the Eurostars used to come through our station, and I remember that they had a distinctive sound close up: motors at either end and lots of carriages going swish in the middle.
Mind you, I can now and then catch a glimpse of Other Trains - on the opposite side of the river - through the dense foliage that seems to surround railways these days. No wonder they have problems with leaf fall in Autumn...
Dang, forgot about Atmospheric railways (South Devon) and water-balance (Lynmouth) ...
In the Good Old Days (?) of STEAM, cinders from the locomotives used to burn back the foliage so that the lineside was fairly clear. I can still remember (just!) the scorch marks in the grass beside our local branch line. Since then foliage has gown, causing the aforementioned Autumnal Leaf Events. However when Network Rail do decide to prune (as they recently have done in West Wales), loads of people complain about the loss of habitat thereby being caused. I mean, it's as if they don't want to actually see the trains at the bottom of their garden - can you imagine that?
Allegedly passengers at a commuter station in the Chilterns were greeted some years ago by a blackboard saying, "We regret the delay to services. This is due to leaves on the line, and furthermore to those leaves still being attached to their trees".
If that's true, it shows a refreshing honesty, and a GSOH...
Mind you, I don't think it was just the locomotives that kept lineside foliage in check - the Stout Chaps responsible for maintaining lengths of track also did a good job.
I travelled last year from here to The Town Of My Yoof, and could barely see any of the scenery, owing to the dense thickets of trees and buddleia...but yes, they do indeed provide valuable wild-life habitats.
I have been across that bridge a couple of times, on the local high speed trains, but didn't realize I was so close to the ark. When I was growing up the Eurostars used to come through our station, and I remember that they had a distinctive sound close up: motors at either end and lots of carriages going swish in the middle.
Yes, if the wind's in the right direction, I can hear the (much quieter) local HS1 trains as well. The sound passes over the Ark, of course...
Hehe - no, still afloat (at the moment), or will be when the tide comes in.
But the bridges - M2 motorway and Channel Tunnel railway - are so high up in the air that the sound of trains and traffic, although audible, does indeed seem to pass overhead.
If OTOH the wind is easterly, the noise is blown in the opposite direction, and a Great Calm (relatively) descends.
It’s odd that there is no reminder system @The Intrepid Mrs S - Mr Boogs just happened to look at his and it was due that day! (Or was it his subconscious?)
There would usually have been a reminder, but due to Covid that's been suspended - amnesty and all.
I had a mild panic when I suddenly remembered that my car's MOT had been due in the middle of March and wondered when the amnesty wore off - but for once I'd been organised and got it done before we went on our (curtailed!) holiday *phew*
I'm inclined to attribute a lot to my subconscious (can't be blamed for that!)
What has everyone been doing today? I could do with seeing a world outside my window. Been anywhere, Boogie?
Went to a nice meeting with colleagues, then half a workshop on plagiarism, ducking out before we were put into little groups as my foggy brain can’t engage with that much intensity.
I have an hour or so to kill so might do some novelty sewing - I want to make a fabric bird with wire legs as a random gift to send to a friend!
In happier news, my Stuff is to be delivered on 20th July. It'll be quite a week: being reunited with my favourite bears on the Monday, and getting a haircut on the Thursday. What an exciting life I lead ...
My pulse-racer for that week is due to be the arrival of a long-since-ordered clematis.
The hair is getting pretty old english sheepdoggy, but my hairdresser isn't open yet and I expect there will be quite a waiting list when they are.
I went to Church today! Our first weekday Mass! And it was live-streamed! I read the Epistle/Psalm/Gospel Alleluia! And FatherInCharge has had a haircut!
Now drinking WINE to calm myself after all the excitement...
I haven't been out anywhere, but had a virtual coffee with some friends this morning (well, my coffee wasn't virtual, but you get my meaning) and we've got an interesting meeting this evening about the Enneagram. I'm also going to cook paella for tea, something I've never cooked before but Nenlet1 did it when we went over there a couple of weekends ago.
Yesterday, however, I was out for hours - lunch in someone's garden with a couple of girlfriends (cold and windy), coffee in another girlfriend's garden (sheltered from the wind) and a prayer triplet in a third girlfriend's garden (also cold and windy). Coupled with a swing by to the local shops it felt like a mad social whirl.
Today visited my parents and grandparents grave and had a wee weep. Later I walked the entire length of the West Sands in St. Andrews, where I am all by myself for much needed R&R and P&Q (peace and quiet).
The students have left out house here in good order, bless them, and even a gift of wine and kind note for their landlords, whom they have never met, as it is all done through an agency. It touched my heart to read that they have had unforgettable times in out house and learned more than academic study while enjoying their first taste of independent living!
Went to a nice meeting with colleagues, then half a workshop on plagiarism, ducking out before we were put into little groups as my foggy brain can’t engage with that much intensity. [...]
Now, if that isn't synchronicity - I just had to deal with a case of plagiarism today!
We are running a couple of courses for which we normally do entry tests, but this wasn't possible this year. So I just let them write a short task, sent back by e-mail, to see how they perform, and then we put them into the different classes.
Now, there was this guy who wrote to us in a very approximative local tongue (not the language the task was given and supposed to be in), stating that he was sorry, but didn't have time to do the task... - why apply for the course in the first place then?! When we wrote back to him that he couldn't join due to not submitting his piece of work, he e-mailed back to us, saying his first e-mail had been an error (well, didn't look like an error to us!), and that he had now attached the task in the required language. Task which, unfortunatley, was exactly the same answer as that of a (fairly weak) classmate of his who had applied earlier, including all the same formatting and spelling mistakes, with only the names and dates changed...
I mean, honestly, why bother applying if you can't or don't want to play by the rules! He may be in for some disciplinary measures from the school. We really don't like plagiarism! Grrr...!
That isn't even trying very hard at plagiarism @Wesley J, he could have at least made a few more changes. When I worked in schools some of the pupils thought it was fine to cut and paste from Wikipedia into their work as long as they changed the font and the colour. At least they were only eleven and had time to learn.
After a couple of days of being out and about I decided it would be wise to stay in today. I've done a couple of exercise videos and watched a film while working on a blanket I'm knitting. As the weather outside is pretty miserable it wasn't too had not to go out.
Most of the plagiarism I see is poor study skills in new students; foundation students using module materials without summarising in their own words or referencing, and we pick it up quickly and sort it out. But occasionally I have had students submit work which randomly changes style (and font!) throughout the essay, or submit something that answers a similar question but not the one asked and has clearly been obtained elsewhere. Most of our modules require students to refer to our own materials to prevent buying in essays. Our plagiarism software is very good though, especially at detecting people (perhaps colleagues or relatives) in different tutor groups submitting the same essay.
Transplanted some borage plants and started to clean the campervan this afternoon. Maybe it might get some use soon?
Over supper noticed that the blackcurrants need covering- but there are really so few that we might as well gift them to the birds.
But it is the principle of it all. I m not growing berries for birds. So they were covered!
Halcyon days! Today, whilst out for a pre-breakfast stroll, the Quinie and I saw a bright blue flash alongside the bank of the river - our first sighting of a kingfisher here.
We were at friends yesterday evening, for drinks and snacky dinner...it was beautifully warm sitting out in the garden and rather too much of everything was consumed.( including pink champagne) I feel most unlike going to work today. Tonight is takeaway pizza at another friend's - I think I may have to try very hard not to drink wine!! We are still social distancing though.
I always find alcohol helps my language skills no end @Boogie.
After staying in all day, I went for a stroll with my husband after dinner last night. One advantage of lockdown is we've really got to know where we've been living for the past eight years, wandering down random alleys and streets.
Husband en rouge's English improves no end after three glasses of wine
We went to the market this morning, which is one of my favourite things. After that husband en rouge did the supermarket shopping while I took Captain Pyjamas to play in the park. One of the other Mums had brought bubbles, much to the excitement of all the small people.
S. bought a borage plant the other day, and has transplanted it, but it really doesn't look very well - it's very leggy, and the leaves don't look at all happy.
I'm still merrily applying for jobs: today's effort was for a part-time post with NHS Fife in Glenrothes. It looks very much like what I did for Orkney Health Board back in the late 1980s - co-ordinating child and school health records - and I think I'd love it. Also, it's a very long time since I worked full-time, so it might be a good way to start, even if I wasn't going to be exactly flush with money.
S. and I were chatting yesterday about the basic outgoings of running your own house, and came to the conclusion that for a small flat, things like council tax, insurance, utilities and so on* would probably come to about £300 a month, but I'd forgotten to factor in the pension I have from my Belfast days, which would almost cover that, so I'd maybe have enough to get by.
* At the moment I've got enough saved from the sale of Dad's house and the house in Canada that I could buy somewhere in Fife outright, so I wouldn't need a mortgage, TBTG.
It looks like quite a nice day, so I think I'll have an amble before it decides to rain.
Not quite sure what supper's going to be - it may depend on what my brother and s-i-l bring from the supermarket, and the sell-by date of what's in the fridge.
Halcyon days! Today, whilst out for a pre-breakfast stroll, the Quinie and I saw a bright blue flash alongside the bank of the river - our first sighting of a kingfisher here.
It's been a while since I saw one, but I've yet to find a day so shit that it cannot instantly be made great by seeing what my mum, in her excitement at seeing one, once called a kingpecker.
As for alcohol and languages... I speak fluent bollocks when sober, is it possible to speak it more fluently when shandied up?
The blue of a kingfisher is a wonderful sight, we used to see them on the Cam, in the days when we went punting. Hm, I wonder when that will open up again?
Round here I get to see goldfinches in the scrub at the side of the nature reserve, they seem to prefer the noisy part of the park by the hospital access road. I guess there must be seeding grasses there as we used to get them in our garden when we had goldenrod seeding in autumn. I really should take my binoculars with me on my walks, there’s a lake in the reserve with bird viewing areas and an island for nesting birds.
I discovered a new walk this morning, just a 6 minute car journey away. It has level tarmac paths if my husband wants to come and use his mobility scooter, lots of shade if required, and lovely views over the river valley, together with further walks (which my knees can’t cope with because of the climb back up).
Bright and breezy morning with the thread of thicker cloud and possible rain later today. Lake and feels looking their most enticing. I had a very pleasant, first ever (mini) Shipmeet with @Priscilla and @Darllenwr this morning. Coffees and KitKat or toasted tea cakes all round.
The North East Man discovered he could speak Slovenian after drinking some slivovitch at a wedding. The bride's father had distilled it himself and had brought it into Scotland in olive oil bottles...
There was no way I was touching the stuff, so I explained that I was driving. The bride's father then tipped the glass he had offered me into my husband's glass, and offered him a quadruple slivovich. The eejit drank it.
Most people were wary of anything being poured from an olive oil bottle, and so the NE Man became the bride's father's new best friend when he drank it. Naturally, the bride's father offered him more. And he drank that, too. This was when he discovered that he could speak Slovenian.
Alas, his ability to speak Slovenian had vanished by the following morning, along with most of his recollection of the night before.
It's been a while since I saw one, but I've yet to find a day so shit that it cannot instantly be made great by seeing what my mum, in her excitement at seeing one, once called a kingpecker.
AG
Please don't post stuff like that while I'm drinking coffee...
@BroJames , it was lovely to meet you and put a face to the name! We enjoyed our cruise on Windermere, and came back via the Hawkshead ferry. We finished the holiday with a meal at the Three Shires. We’ve done most of the packing, ready for a long trip home tomorrow. Depending on traffic etc, we might be able to collect our cats tomorrow. We will be shouted at until they have been fed - anyone would think they don’t get fed at the cattery!
A lovely sunny day here, and the wild blackberries are ripening so I was able to have a nice healthy breakfast on my walk.
We’re off to the in-laws’ garden for lunch, my first social venture for 4 months.
After the last couple of days being sunny and hot here in Continental WesShire, up to 30°C, we've had some very pleasant thunderstorms and rain since Friday night! Daytime max Saturday a more bearable 23°C, currently - at lunchtime - about 16°C, with refreshingly cool nights with between 15°C and 10°C. I do like it!
The national met service say that they do NOT see a heatwave (i.e. several days with 30°C plus) a-comin' anytime soon. Which, as we know, I don't mind. Praise be!
Re better language skills after some alcohol intake: although I only drink rarely and very moderately, I find this may work - it certainly somewhat loosens your tongue. I think this can help with a number of the occasionally quite different sound patterns of other languages. But then, approaching a language playfully, sort of like learning acting and definitely like singing, will also help. So, in my experience booze isn't needed that much (he said wryly), but I would say it can be a glimpse at what you might be able to achieve linguistically. Before, if intake continued, that'll go downhill quite rapidly.
(In fact, I've never understood why people could drink that much booze as to have to throw up - I mean, look, you paid for that precious liquid! Might as well not have it then, when you need to chuck it out again. Money not well spent. Madness, I tell you! )
I think the main reason alcohol helps with languages is that it increases your confidence and lowers your inhibitions about making mistakes. Making mistakes is a necessary part of learning a language but it feels less bothersome after a couple of drinks.
I think I'm with Sandemaniac - fluent bollocks when sober, even fluenter bollocks when tiddly!
Having not ambled yesterday (I got my exercise by dusting and hoovering), I really must go for a stroll today - there doesn't seem to be any rain in the forecast, but I'll believe that when I see it.
As we got some chicken thighs yesterday, I'm going to make an attempt at chicken cacciatore for supper - how hard can it be?
We went shopping in town for the first time. It was eerily quiet although getting busier by lunchtime. Some people being very careful with social distancing, others not. Shop assistants almost falling over themselves to be helpful as business was so slack. Nice to get into our favourite deli and stationers although they will both need a big upturn in business, also to go into the market hall. Bus coming home was nearly half-full and felt uncomfortable, I was glad we had masks as I generally haven't been wearing one (they're not compulsory here).
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This was something, quite clearly, that he knew - so why, in the name of all that's holy, did his subconscious wait till the very last minute to remind him?
(As it happens there's an amnesty, as for MOT testing, so all was well - but really, what bad timing!)
I’ve spent that last 2 days at online conferences and am completely shattered. I’ve also not managed as much exercise and I think that makes my symptoms worse. So I’ll shortly amble off for a walk and then have a light morning before a meeting and workshop this afternoon.
Or indeed diesel, as is still common in the wild northlands of the isle BF calls home.
That's just rude! One would think that parking a Blue Badge takes up much less space than parking an entire car!
I've finally got Microsoft Word installed on the laptop (with help from my brilliant niece), but when I tried again to download the application form for the job (the whole reason for getting the bloody thing in the first place), it still wouldn't open - said something about the format being changed or something equally ridiculous. Am not a happy piglet.
In happier news, my Stuff is to be delivered on 20th July. It'll be quite a week: being reunited with my favourite bears on the Monday, and getting a haircut on the Thursday. What an exciting life I lead ...
Yes, yes - I know all about STEAM, diseasel, horse, sail power etc. etc., also Atmospheric Railways, rope-worked funiculars, water-balance funiculars etc. etc.
Alas - the only sort we have round here are electricackally-powered, and mostly heard (the Eurostars make a sort of loud swishing sound as they whizz across the bridge) rather than seen.
Mind you, I can now and then catch a glimpse of Other Trains - on the opposite side of the river - through the dense foliage that seems to surround railways these days. No wonder they have problems with leaf fall in Autumn...
In the Good Old Days (?) of STEAM, cinders from the locomotives used to burn back the foliage so that the lineside was fairly clear. I can still remember (just!) the scorch marks in the grass beside our local branch line. Since then foliage has gown, causing the aforementioned Autumnal Leaf Events. However when Network Rail do decide to prune (as they recently have done in West Wales), loads of people complain about the loss of habitat thereby being caused. I mean, it's as if they don't want to actually see the trains at the bottom of their garden - can you imagine that?
Allegedly passengers at a commuter station in the Chilterns were greeted some years ago by a blackboard saying, "We regret the delay to services. This is due to leaves on the line, and furthermore to those leaves still being attached to their trees".
If that's true, it shows a refreshing honesty, and a GSOH...
Mind you, I don't think it was just the locomotives that kept lineside foliage in check - the Stout Chaps responsible for maintaining lengths of track also did a good job.
I travelled last year from here to The Town Of My Yoof, and could barely see any of the scenery, owing to the dense thickets of trees and buddleia...but yes, they do indeed provide valuable wild-life habitats.
Yes, if the wind's in the right direction, I can hear the (much quieter) local HS1 trains as well. The sound passes over the Ark, of course...
But the bridges - M2 motorway and Channel Tunnel railway - are so high up in the air that the sound of trains and traffic, although audible, does indeed seem to pass overhead.
If OTOH the wind is easterly, the noise is blown in the opposite direction, and a Great Calm (relatively) descends.
There would usually have been a reminder, but due to Covid that's been suspended - amnesty and all.
I had a mild panic when I suddenly remembered that my car's MOT had been due in the middle of March and wondered when the amnesty wore off - but for once I'd been organised and got it done before we went on our (curtailed!) holiday *phew*
I'm inclined to attribute a lot to my subconscious (can't be blamed for that!)
What has everyone been doing today? I could do with seeing a world outside my window. Been anywhere, Boogie?
Went to a nice meeting with colleagues, then half a workshop on plagiarism, ducking out before we were put into little groups as my foggy brain can’t engage with that much intensity.
I have an hour or so to kill so might do some novelty sewing - I want to make a fabric bird with wire legs as a random gift to send to a friend!
My pulse-racer for that week is due to be the arrival of a long-since-ordered clematis.
The hair is getting pretty old english sheepdoggy, but my hairdresser isn't open yet and I expect there will be quite a waiting list when they are.
Now drinking WINE to calm myself after all the excitement...
Yesterday, however, I was out for hours - lunch in someone's garden with a couple of girlfriends (cold and windy), coffee in another girlfriend's garden (sheltered from the wind) and a prayer triplet in a third girlfriend's garden (also cold and windy). Coupled with a swing by to the local shops it felt like a mad social whirl.
The students have left out house here in good order, bless them, and even a gift of wine and kind note for their landlords, whom they have never met, as it is all done through an agency. It touched my heart to read that they have had unforgettable times in out house and learned more than academic study while enjoying their first taste of independent living!
We are running a couple of courses for which we normally do entry tests, but this wasn't possible this year. So I just let them write a short task, sent back by e-mail, to see how they perform, and then we put them into the different classes.
Now, there was this guy who wrote to us in a very approximative local tongue (not the language the task was given and supposed to be in), stating that he was sorry, but didn't have time to do the task... - why apply for the course in the first place then?! When we wrote back to him that he couldn't join due to not submitting his piece of work, he e-mailed back to us, saying his first e-mail had been an error (well, didn't look like an error to us!), and that he had now attached the task in the required language. Task which, unfortunatley, was exactly the same answer as that of a (fairly weak) classmate of his who had applied earlier, including all the same formatting and spelling mistakes, with only the names and dates changed...
I mean, honestly, why bother applying if you can't or don't want to play by the rules! He may be in for some disciplinary measures from the school. We really don't like plagiarism! Grrr...!
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After a couple of days of being out and about I decided it would be wise to stay in today. I've done a couple of exercise videos and watched a film while working on a blanket I'm knitting. As the weather outside is pretty miserable it wasn't too had not to go out.
Over supper noticed that the blackcurrants need covering- but there are really so few that we might as well gift them to the birds.
But it is the principle of it all. I m not growing berries for birds. So they were covered!
On Sunday we are invited to a christening - that will be interesting.
After staying in all day, I went for a stroll with my husband after dinner last night. One advantage of lockdown is we've really got to know where we've been living for the past eight years, wandering down random alleys and streets.
We went to the market this morning, which is one of my favourite things. After that husband en rouge did the supermarket shopping while I took Captain Pyjamas to play in the park. One of the other Mums had brought bubbles, much to the excitement of all the small people.
S. bought a borage plant the other day, and has transplanted it, but it really doesn't look very well - it's very leggy, and the leaves don't look at all happy.
I'm still merrily applying for jobs: today's effort was for a part-time post with NHS Fife in Glenrothes. It looks very much like what I did for Orkney Health Board back in the late 1980s - co-ordinating child and school health records - and I think I'd love it. Also, it's a very long time since I worked full-time, so it might be a good way to start, even if I wasn't going to be exactly flush with money.
S. and I were chatting yesterday about the basic outgoings of running your own house, and came to the conclusion that for a small flat, things like council tax, insurance, utilities and so on* would probably come to about £300 a month, but I'd forgotten to factor in the pension I have from my Belfast days, which would almost cover that, so I'd maybe have enough to get by.
* At the moment I've got enough saved from the sale of Dad's house and the house in Canada that I could buy somewhere in Fife outright, so I wouldn't need a mortgage, TBTG.
It looks like quite a nice day, so I think I'll have an amble before it decides to rain.
Not quite sure what supper's going to be - it may depend on what my brother and s-i-l bring from the supermarket, and the sell-by date of what's in the fridge.
It's been a while since I saw one, but I've yet to find a day so shit that it cannot instantly be made great by seeing what my mum, in her excitement at seeing one, once called a kingpecker.
As for alcohol and languages... I speak fluent bollocks when sober, is it possible to speak it more fluently when shandied up?
AG
Round here I get to see goldfinches in the scrub at the side of the nature reserve, they seem to prefer the noisy part of the park by the hospital access road. I guess there must be seeding grasses there as we used to get them in our garden when we had goldenrod seeding in autumn. I really should take my binoculars with me on my walks, there’s a lake in the reserve with bird viewing areas and an island for nesting birds.
There was no way I was touching the stuff, so I explained that I was driving. The bride's father then tipped the glass he had offered me into my husband's glass, and offered him a quadruple slivovich. The eejit drank it.
Most people were wary of anything being poured from an olive oil bottle, and so the NE Man became the bride's father's new best friend when he drank it. Naturally, the bride's father offered him more. And he drank that, too. This was when he discovered that he could speak Slovenian.
Alas, his ability to speak Slovenian had vanished by the following morning, along with most of his recollection of the night before.
Please don't post stuff like that while I'm drinking coffee...
We’re off to the in-laws’ garden for lunch, my first social venture for 4 months.
After the last couple of days being sunny and hot here in Continental WesShire, up to 30°C, we've had some very pleasant thunderstorms and rain since Friday night! Daytime max Saturday a more bearable 23°C, currently - at lunchtime - about 16°C, with refreshingly cool nights with between 15°C and 10°C. I do like it!
The national met service say that they do NOT see a heatwave (i.e. several days with 30°C plus) a-comin' anytime soon. Which, as we know, I don't mind. Praise be!
Re better language skills after some alcohol intake: although I only drink rarely and very moderately, I find this may work - it certainly somewhat loosens your tongue. I think this can help with a number of the occasionally quite different sound patterns of other languages. But then, approaching a language playfully, sort of like learning acting and definitely like singing, will also help. So, in my experience booze isn't needed that much (he said wryly), but I would say it can be a glimpse at what you might be able to achieve linguistically. Before, if intake continued, that'll go downhill quite rapidly.
(In fact, I've never understood why people could drink that much booze as to have to throw up - I mean, look, you paid for that precious liquid! Might as well not have it then, when you need to chuck it out again. Money not well spent. Madness, I tell you!
Having not ambled yesterday (I got my exercise by dusting and hoovering), I really must go for a stroll today - there doesn't seem to be any rain in the forecast, but I'll believe that when I see it.
As we got some chicken thighs yesterday, I'm going to make an attempt at chicken cacciatore for supper - how hard can it be?
*Well, sort of fluency perhaps, but not necessarily grammar, syntax etc. etc.
I went shopping this morning for a dress to wear to a christening we’ve been invited to - I’ve only got shorts and jeans here.