Various blogs I follow do exciting things on certain days of the week. I see ‘Silent Sunday’ happening all over the place, and someone’s trying to get ‘Motivational Mondays’ going, but a recent addition to ‘Can I Get Another Bottle of Whine’ has had me torn. Finish The Sentence Friday (or FTSF) has proved great fun and excellent reading. In usual fashion, then, I am going to try to have my cake and eat it by creating a beautiful hybrid with the tried, tested and much loved ‘7 Quick Takes’ in a glorious crossover. So without further ado;
This week’s sentence: When I was younger I tried…mountaineering across the front of a wardrobe and could easily have been squished when it fell forwards on top of me. I was saved by the bedpost of my sister’s bed, which held it up (albeit at a precarious angle) allowing me to shimmy out from underneath before it fell any further. I got in trouble.
I seemed to think I was some kind of superhero as a kid, because I think at one point, my details were permanently etched into the A&E computer – each time we went in the receptionists had this ‘oh you again’ look about them. I once thought it would be really cool to prove the amazing awesomeness of my new trainers by leaping delicately onto the pointy end of a nail I found embedded in some wood, then jump gracefully off again. I leaped with all the delicacy I could manage, and was fortunate in that when I landed, the nail missed the bones in my foot as it perforated straight through the sole of my awesome new trainer and into my young, ignorant flesh. That time I had to get a shot, too.
I got stabbed with needles again today – yet another session of blood donation to satisfy the fertility doctor. Goodness knows where the results from the first round of tests I had, have gone. I hope one day I might find out, but for now, day 23 of my cycle (apparently) further bloodwork needed to be done to establish whether I have sufficient progesterone to allow conception. Now that Husby’s fertility is medically on the up, they need to establish that it’s been worth their while bothering in the first place by getting me checked out.
After my rather large tantrum on Saturday, I rounded the week off by having another one on Wednesday night. Again, Husby did something relatively small and I flew off the handle and hit the ceiling as I passed into outer orbit. We managed to make up again, but it was stressful for both of us for a while.
I think we learn our patterns of behaviour in these kinds of situations from our parents. My Mum used to bang drawers and cupboards and did a wonderful line in slamming doors when she was particularly riled (my favourite time was when she slammed the front door, decided that this hadn’t been sufficient in conveying the depth of her upset and so opened it so she could slam it again). I have a feeling that Husby’s Dad tends to stay quite quiet and unobtrusive and then speak up when he can’t stand it any more. We both seemed to conform to type.
I read on a very lovely blog that the author and her husband try to maintain physical contact whilst arguing. She said that the touch of the other person not only helps to regulate the brain with the production of oxytocin, but that the contact reminds them both that the other person is someone they love very dearly and ultimately do not want to hurt. My Husby suggested that from hereon out we argue whilst hugging. I feel this could result in some bruised ribs, but you never know – it could work. The problem is I like being angry (when I’m in the middle of it, anyway) and I fairly well enjoy being vicious and aggressive and slammy and crashety. Maybe if I gave these things up for love, then our arguments would be resolved quicker.
It is absolutely, incredibly cold here today, despite cloud cover. Our shower got fixed though, so I’m excited to try it out. No more waiting for 10 minutes while the water heats to tepid. No more showers which get cold in the middle. No more shivering so much it’s impossible to use a towel. (I sincerely hope).
As I type this, the internet seems to have broken. Firefox and Internet Explorer both suggest I correct my spelling, check my connection or check my firewall. All are fine and there is…nothing. I hope the internet comes back, otherwise I’m pretty much typing this to myself, on a document, on my desktop. Still, it could prove to be a fascinating time capsule in years to come when someone from The Future discovers an ancient piece of technology (my laptop) buried in landfill and decides to see what will happen if they just alter their warp core signature and plug it in…
Having troubleshot (troubleshooted?) apparently the DNS server is not responding. I don’t know what a one of them is, but I really hope it can be made to respond.
Later edit: The internet’s back – can you tell?
In doing some market research today into the animal-related magazines available for young people (7-14) I was absolutely horrified to find that one of them contained a double page spread on star signs. The predictions appeared benign enough; things like ‘Your pet will do something cute to make you giggle’ but why, why, WHY is it necessary to start entrenching kids in quasi-spiritual hokum at such an early age! I was less distressed when I found Ouija boards for sale in the Argos catalogue. Boo, hiss.
I made an amazingly awesome new recipe on Sunday for my family. It must’ve been good, cause the whole lot was scoffed. It was a cheesy, tomatoey, basilly, mozzarella-y puff-pastry-bake-thing. I must keep trying new things. In fact, I’m going to later – Cannellini beans. I’m not sure I’ve knowingly tried them before. I’m sure they’re fine and pretty much of a muchness with other beans, but when I sent Husby to get Butter Beans, apparently I forgot to suggest he read the label before he buys anything. The same colour(ish) label on a tin and a picture of beans which are white, is seemingly all it takes to confuse the poor man.
Now with added recipe!
You will need
1 pre-rolled sheet of puff pastry
Basil (fresh would be good, but the shop was sold out so I got this weird basil-in-a-tube thing, which worked rather well in the end)
15-20 Cherry tomatoes
2 balls of mozzarella
1 tsp dried mixed herbs
1 handful grated cheddar
Unroll your pastry and grease a baking tray. Plop the pastry into the tray and fold the edges back on themselves if they don’t fit. If you have the luxury of a massive baking tray, you’ll want to fold the edges back anyway or your cheese will run away later. Spread 2tblsp tomato puree around the pastry base, using the back of a spoon. Add basil (fresh or tubed) and spread that around, too. Quarter the cherry tomatoes and place them carefully in a pleasing pattern on the saucy pastry. Slice your mozzarella balls (thick, chunky slices, please) and layer them on top of the tomatoes. Add more basil if it’s fresh. Scatter your grated cheddar over the top then sprinkle with mixed herbs. Place into a pre-heated oven (I cook everything on 200, so do what works for you) and leave beyond the point where it’s all melted into a big, runny cheese puddle and you panic you’ll need a spoon to eat it, to the point where the cheese begins to go a little crispy on top and the pastry is very golden. Serve with caution (because it will be runny) and a side salad. And potato wedges, just because. Oh, and coleslaw.
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