Thank god daylight savings is finally over. (We had an extra month of it here this year). At last I won't feel like I'm getting up in the middle of the night when the alarm goes off. And doesn't this day, when you turn the clock back, always feel like the longest day of your life. Here it is 5pm and I'm ready for dinner.
Daz and I went out to the pub for dinner last night. I said I'd have the caesar salad with smoked salmon. She said – we're out of smoked salmon. I felt like saying – how can you be out of smoked salmon, there's a supermarket across the road. I can probably go stand at the door and look at the smoked salmon hanging in the fridge. But I didn't. Instead I said – ok, I'll have the caesar salad with prawns.
And it was just wrong. It was all wrong, prawns in caesar salad. And the dressing was not caesar enough. It wasn't all garlic and parmeson and oily yumminess.
So that was disappointing.
And they ripped Daz off. He ordered a dozen oysters and only got 11. When he said to the guy – I only got 11, the guy said – oh yeah, we found one in the sink but we didn't know whose it was. I find that hard to believe when I look around the room and see daz is the only one eating oysters. He said he'd bring it out. I don't know if he meant the actual one that'd been rolling around the sink or a new one.
Didn't matter in the end.
He didn't bring one out at all.
another aimless blog 