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While our beloved Petra was struggling against mighty odds to get across the pond, the Diners of Tuesday Night Dinner took matters into their own hands and had a pot-luck Dinner on their own. Herewith, the evidence that we wouldn’t all starve if Petra didn’t feed us. Wait, I mean, PETRA, COME HOME, WE’RE HUNGRY AND WE DON’T KNOW HOW THIS STOVE THING WORKS. Read the rest of this entry ?
So this has been a week.
Firstly, that cold, the one I was determined not to have this year, because I’m tired of going home for Christmas sounding like a consumptive? It caught up with me. I was doing so well too, I wasn’t sick, I didn’t know anyone who was sick, and then on Sunday evening I felt that tell tale tickle in the back of my throat. I spent Monday trying to will it into oblivion, but that failed, so on Tuesday I took advantage of the fact that my boss was out of town and called in sick and slept. Read the rest of this entry ?
My standard rule is that you can ask for anything you like (within reason) for your Birthday Dinner. It has become clear that I need to amend this to anything you like within reason that adheres to some form of nutritional balance. By within reason I mean I won’t make wild boar in port sauce on the grounds that Read the rest of this entry ?
My perennial New Year’s Resolution is to stop looking at people like they’re moronic, not because people aren’t frequently stupid but because it seems impolitic and like a wearying way to go through life. This resolution gets harder and harder to remember the later in the year that it becomes.
In an effort to make it through the end of the year without egregiously transgressing on my own resolution I’d like to request a moratorium on idiotic questions (also on people who don’t understand the serial comma, and end sentences on prepositions). Read the rest of this entry ?
Monday Night Dinner 