THE CHILI CON CARNE WAS OK, except for the windy diarrhoea I gave myself by undercooking (slightly) the red kidney beans. This despite following all instructions to the letter and obeying minimum boil time limits...So I was thurping and trumpeting away all night, then I woke up in a shower of pure lights of unbeing (so to speak) and decided to clean my house all anew. It is now shining like the operating theatre on ET's intergalactic spacecraft.
Oh and as for condiments: I'd run out by this morning. No black pepper even. So irritatedly I whizzed round the supermarket, having to ask the old grannies who worked there (at least the ones who looked like they spoke English) where's black pepper? where's vinegar? mayo? Atora (dumpling suet)? etc etc and a shower of other items that make plain food more bearable. Then shelled out about £3.80 on nothing.
I had to go to a drugs clinic appointment. I don't know why, but I hate these more and more every time. Next visit is to the Chief Head Shrinker and I'm trembling in trepidation. Maple Syrup my worker reassured me it's ten minutes of blabber and he's not interested whether or not I'm barking mad.
As I "intimated" previously I'm terrified of being labelled bipolar, having had something like a nervous breakdown every single time I've made even a halfhearted effort at detoxing. One of these lovely, fun times seemingly met the DSM IV criteria (as used by American Headshrinkers) for a mixed mania-depression episode. No wonder I felt so lovely throughout that experience.
Trotter Donkey says hi to everybody. She bit me and ran off yesterday then MC Carrot Nose glared at me from under the porch of the chewed-out Cadbury's Chocolate Fingers emporium in which they sleep... Their water bottle ran out a couple of days ago and I couldn't find tape to restick it. Which meant having to hold up said bottle as robos emerged like furry hippos to gluckle away at said bottle two-at-once, which always looks entertaining. When "Baby" Itchy was alive they used to drink three at once in a Furry Trinity, which looked ever so sweet... Only this time they totally ignored said watery condiment until I bothered to call them and then two gremlinous racoon faces appeared. They stared and stared up at me as I continued to talk rubbish. Which I found dead flattering. Then Bashful bit me and scurried off ...
10 comments:
How bad are these bites that the Robos give you from time to time? Do they ever draw blood?
I think you are hysterical. I will be reading more.
Love to the hammies.
Beans are notorious for make one windy!
Happy St. George's Day. :)
The diarrhea from the Chili con Carne had me laughing! Sorry. Yeah, just trying to get off my psychotropic med is an ordeal for me! UGH! I think I understand.
I hate when the ordinary every day stuff is all gone.
Beans are the musical fruit after all.
Far too much information re da beanz! Don't worry about the Chief Headshrinker, he's nuttier than you are . .trust me!
Poor Gleds. And I agree with the comment above!
Note to Gledwood: do not eat beans found on the street. Luckily the hammies survived the windy assault!
undercooked kidney beans can be fatal, beware!!
sorry i've not been around for a while...
gremlinous is an excellent word
LGS: only the late great Itchy ever drew blood, by biting the fold by my thumb on the palm when she was getting hormonal. No with Bashful I just feel razor-teeth closing round a digit then pull hand away rapidly. Sometimes sending poor Bashful hurtling across the fishtank...
SB: you're welcome; where did you come from? How did you find me??
AKELAMALU: I know but had assumed that was ancient wives' tales... surely they meant undercooked beans as baked don't seem to and baked are so soft they're done nearly to death...
WAT: what psychotropic meds are you on? Do please reveal all!!
JEANNIE: Aye, beans are most certainly musickal... yeah this week I've ENSURED I'm loaded up on condiments and ready-in-0.5-hour roast potatoes (with pepper and mayo: yummmmmm...)
BAINO: yeah I don't trust headshrinkers as far as I could dessicate on and fit in an urn with leathery-dead shock-haired rictus grinning on a stick...
WELSHCAKES: aye aye!!
LOU: aye point taken. Though I'm sure it wasn't the street found bit that caused the flatulence-assault...
LETTUCE: I know! I wasn't TOO worried about those phartz though as no aches or pains. Aren't they sposed to contain ARSENICK??!?!!!!!!!
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