According to Word’s red squiggly lines, ‘randoms’ isn’t a word. Ppphhh! It is if I say it is. I’m a copy editor. Trust me.
Apparently, ppphhh isn’t a word either.
The Alison’s Editing Service office conversion is coming along…
I have now acquired a cushion for my hard chair to save my poor posterior from becoming too uncomfortably numb. Isn’t it pretty? The cushion, that is, not my rump!
The cushion I did intend to buy. What I didn’t intend was to return home the proud owner of a new lamp. I shouldn’t give in to impulse buys, but it’s so cute.
I’ve now convinced myself I did actually need a lamp. It helps me see the keyboard on my laptop. No, really, it does…
On my way home from my slightly indulgent shopping trip I noticed this graffiti on a Cambridge wall. Balancing my cushion and lamp between parked cars, I risked life and limb in the middle of the road to bring you this photo.
Priceless, isn’t it? If you’re old enough to remember pacman, that is.
Today has been beautiful in England: blue skies and blazing sunshine. We don’t get treated to many perfect summer’s days here, and it will probably provoke a ‘Phew, what a scorcher’ headline from the tabloid newspapers. Knowing how unpredictable the English weather can be, even in the middle of summer, I took an afternoon stroll over the meadows to make the most of it.
I popped into the local supermarket following a very pleasant walk in the sunshine, and happened to overhear the following conversation between a checkout assistant and a zombie usually seen pushing trolleys around the car park.
Zombie: ‘Hot enough for you?’
Checkout assistant: ‘At least you get to work outside and enjoy it.’
No, that’s not what the zombie said at all, because he wasn’t actually a zombie. Certain similarities, yes, but not a real zombie.
What he said was: ‘I hate it. It’s too hot for me. I’ll be glad when it cools down again…’
As I’m sure it will very soon. Good God, no wonder the Aussies call us ‘Whinging Poms’!