Don’t be mousy. Don’t be mousy.
I go to the bookshop counter, thinking these instructions; preparing myself so that I won’t speak naturally (in a mousy way), but instead, so I will speak like someone who is confident and comfortable.
“Hey, do you have Time Out magazine?”
The guy points to some shelves in the corner. “Yeah, over here…”
I’m doing SUPER BAD with my 1,000 words at the moment.
“Oh, why? You’re at home all day, every day! What are you, being lazy?!”
I really like the MSO free concerts each year. I love lounging on a picnic rug with a friend, nibbling on cheese and crackers, sipping wine, listening to orchestral music on a calm summer’s eve, as the day changes into night and all the city lights spark up. I love being around hundreds of people who are all there, enjoying the same experience, appreciating the music and the lovely evening. I have a reminder in my diary for February each year, so that I can check the concert dates, what’s playing, and maybe plan to go.
I messaged my sister Liesl to ask her about the first Saturday night concert, and we invited another friend, Sonya, and everything was arranged… until the Saturday morning, when I made a list of things to take. I had to be out and about during the day, so I needed to carry it all with me: picnic rug, shopping bag to hold some nibbles from the supermarket, plastic cups, serviettes, warmer clothes in case it got cold, book, iPhone charger. And, alas! – the forecast was for rain. Add in: rain ponchos, umbrella. This was becoming less and less fun. I called Liesl and asked her what she thought about going to an open-air concert in the rain, and she said that it’s not enjoyable, and we should do something else. Hmm. Well, I said, I’m attending a random class called “How to Draw Badly” at the Supergraph art fair in the afternoon – would she and Sonya be interested in joining me and having a look around the fair?
Near the beginning of summer, James began experimenting with iced coffee, iced tea, and other ice-cold beverage-like concoctions. I really liked the iced coffee, couldn’t drink the dandelion tea (FODMAP!), and wasn’t tempted by some of the mystical brews & potions, but oh boy! –
“Try this one. Lady Grey iced tea.”
I was suspicious… and it was delicious. Pretty, soft, subtle, and so refreshing.
Here’s his recipe. It’s pretty hard:
- 3x Lady Grey tea bags
- 1x litre jug of cold water
- Leave to steep for 10-60 minutes to taste
- Add ice & garnishes (lemon, mint, etc!)
I grew up in a household that was super-critical.
Oh, you’re not going out looking like that, are you?
I don’t know why they feel the need to splash their money around.
Imagine, being at the beck and call of your child, like that!
If they’re being mean to you, it means that they have problems of their own. Maybe they’re insecure. They’re the one with the problem; try to ignore them. It’s sad, because they’ll never have any true friends; just people who are too scared to stand up to them.
Who watches these trashy TV programs?
Last weekend, Girls Club went into its second year, with the first event – The Girls Club Social. It was on a scorchingly hot Saturday afternoon at the fun Madame Brussels. Besides the organisers (Shannon Steinfort and me), ten brave souls faced the heat and came together for jugs of punch and chit-chat. New faces, old faces. We were all trying to stay still (with our parasols and paper fans) and hydrated, and I wanted to talk to everyone, but I think I almost had heatstroke. When I came home, I fell asleep and then I was super ill. Poor body!