An escape from moaning, boring myself, boring the world, boring boring BORING
boring.
I refuse to blog today about what an incredibly unlucky day I have had.
I refuse to blog about the fact that I thought the public holiday that started on Thursday, rolled over into Friday, but I got that wrong (surprise, surprise) and I was supposed to be at work.
I refuse to blog about the fact that nobody at work could contact me due to my mobile phone being completely broken, to tell me to get my ass in there.
I refuse to blog about the fact that my friend who is making Frenchy’s wigs for the shoot he is doing, called me up on my bosses work phone today. I refuse to add that she asked me to pick up the wig she finished for Frenchy but had no time to drop off. I also abstain from mentioning that she forgot that I work at a wig company too and my boss considers her competition and therefore the enemy.
I refuse to blog that she called me again on the said phone of my boss to tell me she had given me the wrong address of where to pick the wig up.
I refuse to blog that I ended up having to stay late at work due to my boss having the hump with me and therefore being late to pick up the wig for my boyfriends job… that has nothing to do with me.
I refuse to blog about the fact that when I was finally allowed to leave this evening, I had to call up the guy who was looking after the wig to tell him I was running late… on the work phone… because I don’t have a bloody Goddamn mobile..because it is ARRRRRGGhh
Broken.
I refuse to blog about the fact that my boss was none too pleased that I had to use the work phone, to sort out the enemies wig job.
I refuse to blog about the fact that when I dialled the number my friend had given me, it was a wrong number, so I then had to call her up in London to ask for the right one, then call the guy who had the wig, then call Frenchy in Prague to let him know that this is not cool.
All on the bosses work phone.
Finally, I refuse to blog about the fact that everyone thinks I am probably living on another planet and wondering at what stage in my life did I unscrew my head.
I just refuse to blog about all that OK?
So instead I am going to escape to ridiculously, huge photos of French vegetables..
The Round Courgette.
See how round it is? We don’t get this shape in London. How interesting. How amazing. What a wonderful post this is.
The Tomato.
See what a beautiful shape it is? Not like the the tomatoes I am used to in London. How interesting, How amazing. What a wonderful post this is.
Another Tomato.
See how there are tones of green, red and purple running through it. Not at all like the tomatoes I am used to in London. How interesting. How amazing. What a wonderful post this is.
And finally,
The Dinner I Cooked On Saturday Night.
Fillet of pork stuffed with black olives, apricots, garlic and parsley. Dauphinoise potatoes and French (native) beans. All that was missing was a little cider or white wine reduction to wet the pork. Though we can’t afford booze to cook with at the moment, seeing as though every drop is needed to soothe our frazzled nerves.
How interesting. How amazing,
What a wonderful post this is.
I refuse to blog about the fact that work in general stinks. Instead I’m salivating at that second tomato. I think I’ll go make myself a salad : )
We had a public holiday on Thursday as well. And everyone else in the country got a bridge day on Friday, but not us. We had to go to work and then sit there doing nothing because all our customers did not have to work. The unfairness!
That meal looks absolutely delicious. I now wish I had pork. Instead I am going to have baked potatoes with goat’s cheese for tea.
liladreams,
The second tomato really is a beauty isn’t it? Glad to hear it has inspired you!
And yes, even if you love the work you do, it can really sometimes s-u-c-k…
Onwards and upwards.
bevchen
This bridge thing is something I am still trying to get my head around. That, plus the copious amounts of public holidays strewn throughout the month of May.
I have just heard today that there is another one on Monday..
Can you believe it??
I’m not complaining but surely I’m not the only one in Paris stuggling to keep up with all of this..
Yummy.. Baked potatoes are my fav… Hope you had a nice tea!!
I refuse to tell you how funny you are and how you make me laugh even as I feel for your suffering. I refuse to tell you how hungry you have made me.;-)
Yes, Monday is another one here as well. Then there’s one on the 11th or something.
If you ask me the working week should only have 4 days in it anyway. At least then life would be a little more balanced.
La Beletteness of the Rougeness
Merci!!
It’s cathartic to make the bad things funny, though not always easy to do!!
By the sound of the comments I have had, I could be giving Chocolate and Zucchini’s blog a run for her money…
Maybe I should think about a careeer change …vegetable critic..Hmmm.
bevchen
I’m with you on the 4 day week. I have always thought that would have been a much better plan.
Another on the 11th??? Are you kidding me??
Better check that one out here too, thanks for letting me know.
Pffff.. What am I like.
Re: Round Courgette – “See how round it is? We don’t get this shape in London.”
Nonsense! Tondo courgettes can easily be found in most Indian grocery shops (there are lots of these shops in the UK). It’s very common in [Bangladeshi] Bengali cuisine and I do eat it now and then – in fact, I’m growing them in my garden in London after finding a few seeds in my local cash & carry.
…and no – courgettes (or “zucchini”) can be found everywhere – it didn’t originate in France, despite its Italian/French name.
Dear Anonymous,
Thank you for enlightening me.. It seems as though I am distinctly lacking in culture…
Although ignorant as I may seem, I do know that courgettes can be found everywhere, I ate them quite frequently in London… and not with chips either..
I am sorry if I offended you and your British roots with this post. I’m sure you realise, as you have obviously read what I have written, that the main point of rambling on about vegetables, was in fact to remove myself from the atrocious day I had that day.
Again, I thank you for your comment though and wish you much success with the vegetable growing in your garden.
PPL