My pasta strainer…
got “temporarily reassigned.”
I made something with pasta tonight. I wanted my fancy-pantsed pasta strainer doodad to get the pasta out of the water. Couldn’t find it. Accused J of having nicked it; he denied it, although he did admit to remembering using it as some time.
Fast forward 3 hours. J is tidying up a bit (amazing). He picks up his camelback – his water bag for cycling. Ta-dah! Pasta strainer doodad is inside the camelback… preventing it from getting mouldy, apparently.
Lucky pasta strainer doodad.
Fishies
My last cloach died today.
Obviously things are not quite as happy as the tank might like to be. Cloaches are so darned sensitive, what with having skin not scales. Fortunately my other aquatic darlings are a bit more hardy than those soft cloaches. (This is me trying to turn things to my advantage. See that?)
No other deaths though.
Flickr
It’s been a very long time since we went to the UK, so finally… here are some pics, in public.
Grammar Nazi
I am one. Which begs the question, why am I an English teacher?
Anyway, thought I’d share a few gems.
Favourite spelling mistake: gorn. As in, “He was gorn!”
Favourite grammar mistake: learn’t. As in “I have learn’t a lot this term.”
Least favourite mistake: w/sh/could of. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it. Lots.