Ketchup: squeezing the tomato juice out of li

While my blogging endeavors came to a grinding halt, life, thankfully, did not.

I saw rainbows, stupid people on cell phones and other odd things while driving. One of them may have been a corpse on the highway. Another was a military convoy, a large one, complete with a police flashy blue lights escort and tanks and soldiers driving ambulances. Bizarre.

Anyway, I did stuff, Like the Mad Hatters Tea Party Christmas in July. Ok, so Memento Vivere has critiqued the lack of intelligence behind the theme here so I won't deconstruct further. But I will mention that I had high expectations after the last actual Night Market at the Biscuit Mill! I had imagined the feast of crepes and waffles and belgian chocolate tarts and cheeses and breads and meats and gluhwein to the bounce of Them Tornadoes of yonder events. I was disappointed.

Earlier, we'd stopped in at the UCT Pub (because that's were a friend returning from Japan said she'd be...) and I had a drink in me so I did entertain myself a little looking at pretty shiny things I did not budget for.

Woodstock Lounge was pleasant, except for the smoke. Pizza was good as always and the cocktail tipped me into pleasant inebriation (though it doesn't take much these days). I vaguely recall cooking a pretty good veg lasagne and cool visit from my others little sister. She showed us her box frames (with her art in it, obviously) which looked very cool. I must acquire some of her art and coerce her into framing some of my bits and bobs while I can still afford her work ;-)

There was also a self saucing choc pudding. I made it while she watched the Slurm factory episode of Futurama. I have my talents ;-)