Winding Down Sunday, Monday On The Horizon
Ding dang diggleby goo!
Aargh…Monday is on the horizon when the sun rises in 10 hours!
“Fair is foul and foul is fair” were the utterances of the witches from Macbeth…our air quality has been ” hover through the filthy air” as Thailand has been battling pollution from burning chemicals!
I needed a silent laugh as I brewed a pot of veggie soup for tomorrow’s dinner and made 2 mugsful of TWG’s Jasmine Queen tea to wash down a pork bun and a curry feuilette for dinner.
I watched a cooking show on the goggle box of how bacon was used to wrapped asparagus. I love the smell of bacon sizzling…the last time I ate bacon was 5 years ago. I miss eating it!
Tomorrow it is back to the grind…like minions or worker bees.
I cannot wait for Monday to end at 5.30pm so that I can pack up latest 6.30pm to be home to slurp my veggie soup and watch my 2 hours of soapies.
I don’t think I will be having McDonald’s anytime soon?!
Let Monday come! Bring it on!
And So The Story Goes #99 – Ipswich, UK?
It has been a long silence from the ridiculous messaging of MR EX. I did not miss his presence but did miss the fodder for a blog post.
What a paradox one might quip right?
MR EX himself is a paradox.
All the euphemisms of the world will not exonerate this man is how I feel. Still, the fodder for the post is sowed.
MR EX
“Plane”
ME
“HUH?”
NOTE1
He thinks he is Tattoo of the old series Fantasy Island whereby the Tattoo, the trusty aide of Mr Rourke of Fantasy Island would shout, “Boss, the plane, the plane!” to indicate the arrival of new guests on the island to explain caviar and champagne dreams.
MR EX
“Ipswich, Backwater”
ME
“You there to watch soccer? Enjoy and leave the Backside Water safe!”
NOTE2
He would always mention my backside and I now zing one back at him. I googled Backwater and indeed there is such a town in Ipswich itself and it seems to have nice scapes too.
MR EX
“Kick cactus in the desert. Work now, Bye”
NOTE3
Desert? Who is he kidding and the best part is, why bother to tell me what you are doing at 2am UK time?
ME
“Please be careful on UK deals as Brexit is in the throes of a messy situation. It might scathe you and cause you financial losses”
NOTE4
Brexit is not moving along any time soon and knowing MR EX who has millions to throw (*presumably as he tends to brag but I doubt he has and may end up mired in heavier debt)
MR EX
“My two feet are in. No turning back now. Meeting now.”
NOTE5
MR EX must think I am a ruddy fool…meeting at 2am again in UK when I know the Brits turn in early unless there is a soccer party ongoing.
ME
“Whatever the case, take care and meeting at 2am UK time is brutal as I thought the Brits turn in early unless pubbing. Enjoy your pint then.”
NOTE TO SELF
MR EX must really think I am an idiot who knows not what is a bull crap and what is reality? I have not googled Backwater to find out if indeed there are deserts there and if there were deserts there, who in the world would go there to invest in developments?
He might was well be in Gobi Desert – at least the is hope and talk of massive developments in Dubai and the Middle East.
Ahh well, I am grateful for the fodder for this post and whatever his message meant, I take it at face value…it is just for this post. If he makes riches, it does not add to my material wealth and if he loses heavily in his investments and cannot afford a meal, I will offer him a bowl of soup as I do not let anyone starve. But for his sake, I hope he does not get burnt from all this.
Not What You Think
I looked out of my window in horror yesterday as a crowd gathered around a crashed motorcyclist…
I rushed outside yelling, “Let me through, let me through”…
A man at the front said, “Thank God for that, are you a Doctor”…?
I said, “No, that’s my fucking Pizza”…
Lawyer Loses Case
A London lawyer runs a stop sign and gets pulled over by an Irish cop. He thinks that he is smarter than the cop because he is a lawyer from LONDON and is certain that he has a better education then any Irish cop. He decides to prove this to himself and have some fun at the Irish cop’s expense!
Irish cop say, “License and registration, please”…
London Lawyer says, “What for”…?
Irish cop says, “Ye did nae come to a complete stop at the stop sign”…
London Lawyer says, “I slowed down, and no one was coming”…
Irish cop says, “Ye still did nae come to a complete stop. License and registration, please”…
London Lawyer says, “What’s the difference”…?
Irish cop says, “The difference is, ye huvte come to complete stop, that’s the law.
License and registration, please”..
London Lawyer says, “If you can show me the legal difference between slow down and stop, I’ll give you my license and registration and you give me the ticket. If not, you let me go and don’t give me the ticket”…
Irish cop says, “Sounds fair. Exit your vehicle, sir”…
The London Lawyer exits his vehicle.
The Irish cop takes out his baton and starts beating the living shit out of the lawyer and says, “Daeye want me to stop, or just slow down”…?
10 Word Story
Hungry, I ate but not these cholesterol yummy laden foods.
*photos from Mr Sports Car who is driving from lil red dot to Kota Tinggi, Malaysia with his clients.
Food Notes
Food description 1st Photo:-
Pork trotters stewed in soya sauce
Food description 2nd Photo:-
Beancurd sticks cooked with fish
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