dead brains don't dance

Why do I mentally read Oolong tea as Ooloi tea?

In other news, a few days back, one of the cats threw up on (amongst other things) the pig that went to Goole. ramtops took it away to wash while I cleaned up the other deposits on the study switch, shelves, various cables, my desk, my iPod,... The thus enmoistened pig lost its squeak, which would have been a tragedy, but having spent a day or two drying on the rack over the hallway radiator, the squeak is back! Huzzah!!

Oh, and we’re in the midst of a much needed couple of weeks off work. Not much to say: relaxation, too much good food, ramtops made mince pies and sausage rolls (go her!), kalunina here to visit, boozy evening with Pat and Dave WANOLJ, walks in Brissle and around Long Ashton. That sort of thing.

As noted elsewhere, we’re having our usual open house on Sunday night; mail either of us on our LJ addresses if you feel inclined to join us.