One of my earliest memories is of going to High School with one of my parents (I believe it was my father), they were teachers and I was off school/kindy/creche (no memory of my age) sick.
I mustn't have been very sick though because there I was, sitting at the front of the class at my father's desk, drawing. The gigantic students in their black woolen jumpers heckle me lightheartedly Are you our new teacher? Is she our new teacher, sir?
And I can remember very clearly feeling mortified, trying to ignore them, incandescent with embarrassment, and thinking furiously to myself Of COURSE I'm not. I'm OBVIOUSLY a small child. GOD.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Craig borrowed the painters' ladder and stole the pears from the tree. The birds had been so enjoying them.
Raindrops and brakelights on the commute home. A long Monday.
Working out the bus schedule after the Tweet Up. A little drunk, I ended up catching the bus all the way home instead of the cheaper option: bus and train. Maybe I was a little more than a little drunk.
A grey day, I went to Cue and tried on a fuchsia top and an acid-lemon-chartreuse trench coat.
I went to the mall to pay off another chunk of our Hawaii holiday while Craig went to the gym. I walked home at dusk.
Craig and I went back to the mall to pay off the rest of the holiday (woo!) then picked up Japanese food for dinner. This was taking while waiting for the food.
I used Jamie Oliver's iPhone application & cooked Bacon and Asparagus Tagliatelle (from his recipe for Bacon and Asparagus Parpadelle) and it was amazing. Simple, fresh ingredients, and so delicious. And, most of all, it had asparagus in it and Craig ate it all. And! it made me feel a bit like a chef.
I have (as of today) just finished Week 2, Day 1 of Couch to 5K.