Need more spinach
Feb. 18th, 2004 04:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ventaRats. Trotted off to Blood Donors again with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pm215 and Sysadmin #1. And my Haemo Goblins still haven't come back.
According to the more accurate tests they did last time, I'm not seriously low on Goblins, I just don't meet the requirements for blood doning. So no health worries, which is good, merely a little bit of annoyance, and a nagging feeling that I'm letting the rest of the community down.
Still. Today was pig roast day in Woodley. Mmm. Roast pig. Inna bun. And I crunched crackling all the way back to work, causinggrumblesmurf to enquire whether I was eating my own teeth.
The pig roast is in the context of a Farmers' Market, and to my great disappointment the Apple Juice Man wasn't there today. I've been buying large bottles of pressed apple juice for the past few months - named breeds of apple, and some of them come with added ginger. Actually, no, some of them come with added GINGER. I was bemoaning his absence, when the Nice Cheese Man pointed out that, what with these things being locally grown and all, apples are out of season now.
Y'know, I just hadn't thought of that. Sure, I know apples don't grow in February in the UK. But too much shopping at supermarkets has mostly insulated me from the action of the seasons, and I forget that such things are relevant. One black mark to me.
Otherly, Amazon finally got round to delivering me my copy of Franz Ferdinand. Which I would review, but frankly, I don't think I can beataddedentry's snappily phrased and entirely accurate one-liner. Followers of the last thread will no doubt be relieved to hear that I knew the album was on the way so left space for it, and the P and the S that came with it, on my newly-ordered shelves.
pm215 and Sysadmin #1. And my Haemo Goblins still haven't come back. According to the more accurate tests they did last time, I'm not seriously low on Goblins, I just don't meet the requirements for blood doning. So no health worries, which is good, merely a little bit of annoyance, and a nagging feeling that I'm letting the rest of the community down.
Still. Today was pig roast day in Woodley. Mmm. Roast pig. Inna bun. And I crunched crackling all the way back to work, causing
grumblesmurf to enquire whether I was eating my own teeth.The pig roast is in the context of a Farmers' Market, and to my great disappointment the Apple Juice Man wasn't there today. I've been buying large bottles of pressed apple juice for the past few months - named breeds of apple, and some of them come with added ginger. Actually, no, some of them come with added GINGER. I was bemoaning his absence, when the Nice Cheese Man pointed out that, what with these things being locally grown and all, apples are out of season now.
Y'know, I just hadn't thought of that. Sure, I know apples don't grow in February in the UK. But too much shopping at supermarkets has mostly insulated me from the action of the seasons, and I forget that such things are relevant. One black mark to me.
Otherly, Amazon finally got round to delivering me my copy of Franz Ferdinand. Which I would review, but frankly, I don't think I can beat
addedentry's snappily phrased and entirely accurate one-liner. Followers of the last thread will no doubt be relieved to hear that I knew the album was on the way so left space for it, and the P and the S that came with it, on my newly-ordered shelves.
