Walked through the first snow of Christmas in town today… light, floating flakes.
We had coffee while we were out, and at the table we wrote in my conversation notepad, though it seems to have been mostly me wittering away! It’s been ages since I’ve copied one of these to my blog.
Me: “I seem to remember an old bugbear — cars that don’t signal a turn till the very last moment. So you wait for them and then find you didn’t need to wait at all, but by then it’s too late and another car is coming. Even worse are the ones who think they only need to signal to other vehicles. Pedestrians don’t count.”
Me: “L still looking for a tree — but I’ll use the plastic one if I don’t see anything better.”
Mum: “Get the feeling L house will be better decorated than ours.”
Me: “Currently only has a Turkish rug and a silver wreath.”
Me: “Nigel Farage looks sad in his radio shows.”
Mum: “How can you see him in a radio show?”
Me: “They film him and put it on YouTube as a video. I can’t hear the radio shows — no captions or transcripts. But the YouTube videos have automatic captions — a bit garbled. His name often comes up as ‘Faraj’ or [sometimes] ‘Large Parrot’ or ‘Roger Ferret’.”
[Mum rolls her eyes and sighs].
Me: “I think I made the right choice, buying the teak cupboard.”
Me: “It looks nice and is quite convenient for clothes — and the house fits on top. Also the Ikea thing [in the same charity outlet] was ramshackle, over-priced, and too big.”
Sister: “Local auctions often sell chests of drawers.”
So that was part of our coffee chat. Bet the blogging world is fascinated (!)