This morning I was pondering my favourite national anthem and I came to the conclusion that it was the Ukrainian one, I was also quite pleased with the Russian one and the Portuguese.
Also, in my boredom, I came up with three ways to get out of eating something horrible.
1. Drop the food “accidentally.”
2. Pick it up and ask whose it is
3. When nobody replies, put it in the bin.
Simples *meerkat noise*.
The raging banshee took me to do my recording of Waybuloo, and I came home to a massive bowl of pasta. The banshee spent most of her time packing as we are going to France for two weeks. I watched a trashy documentary on bad hotels, which is making me slightly nervous about tomorrow. But Mmm this pasta is good! And the angry dwarf has been telling me how great some Nintendo game that he’s never played before is, and that he likes Italian sweets. And I just found out that my dad’s name (Neil Christie) is an anagram of “Hitler is nice.” Coincidence maybe?
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